#and to see one again like that durning a time in my life where i feel so unstable

[bluebellhairpin]

I keep forgetting to say it but I SAW A SHOOTING STAR THE NIGHT BEFORE LAST.

[jedi-princess-kestis]

Paring: Gregor / F! reader insert

Summery: You are a Jedi who lost the love of your life.... Or so you thought when it seems like a ghost shows up at your door after you find the forget-me-not flower to remind you of the person you lost.

(This is a reader insert with descriptions of you as a female. So a female reader insert)

Word Count: 5K+

Warnings: swearing, character death, talk of battles, heavy smut (18+ only!) Angst with happy ending.

"I saw that you were perfect, and so I loved you. Then I saw you were not perfect, and I loved you even more."

The feeling of being lost is an overwhelming thing. It consumes you, drives deep into your very soul. Makes you feel cold and hopeless as you wander through your days, like an never ending rain storm looming over your head, reminding you of all you lost. That empty feeling in your mind where something onces was is now gone, lost to time as your mind slowly slips away like a petal of a flower on the window in a summer breeze. You sit and wait for your mind to fix itself, to repair the damage that has been done, but the dark cloud haunts your mind like an old friend. You soon learn to accept it and move on with life. That you'll never get back what is now lost. Weeks had gone by and your mind was still a fragment of what it had once been, you were a fragment of what you had once been.

You were a Jedi Knight in the Grand Army of the Republic. You had been the General of FoxTrot Group, the Elite Commando Clones of the 212th. You lead your men beside Commander Gregor into battle time and time again. He had become your trusted friend, the person you leaned on when times got hard. You two watched out for each other and took care of each other. You formed a bond to the Clone that soon found his way into your heart. You knew it was wrong, as did he but you couldn't deny the pull that was between you too. So you grow closer, soon finding you couldn't sleep at night unless you were beside each other, keeping the nightmare did war at bay.

The memories of those times flooded your mind as you tried to sleep, his voice filling your ears as if he was in the room beside you. You could see his smile, the way his dark eyes were filled with light as he joked with you, or held you through a nightmare.

"Sometimes I wonder if this war was really worth it. But then I look around at you and your brothers and I see that I'm thankful it happened because if it hadn't… I never would have had you in my life." You said to Gregor one night as you campped out a few miles ahead of the 501th and 212th durning a mission. You two had taken first watch, so you sat under the 2 pale moons in the sky, watching the stars dance in the midnight light.

"Sometimes you can't help but feel like a pawn in someone's game thought. I'm not the only one that feels it. I was made to fight a war, it's all I know, but the Jedi, the people of places like this… they were never meant for a lifestyle they are forced to be apart of now. Sometime you have to wonder who is really behind all this." Gregor spoke after a moment. He glanced at you and hung his head in shame. "Sorry Y/N, I shouldn't have said something like that. It's not my place to question why I was made. I'm just here to serve."

You turned your body to face the Clone more and tapped his arm. "Is that you talking or the programing they forced into you on Kamino? You are a human being Gregor. I, as well as many, feel that you should have a life, hobbies, wants and needs outside of this war. To make you feel more a part of this Galaxy then you already are."You paused for a moment to let your words sink in for him. You wanted him to realize you didn't just see him as a Clone, but as a human being who had the right to feel things. "The Jedi were meant to the keepers of the peace, not soldiers. But most of my life as a Padawan and now Jedi life, I've been a soldier. It HAS become all I know. But without this war you never would have come to be. So be thankful for that. That you, Gregor, are apart of this Galaxy." You smiled at him as you squeezed his arm. You saw him smile and he leaned into you, touching his forehead with yours. You closed your eyes and breathed in his scent, enjoying the feel of his skin on yours.

The memory flooded your mind as you remembered that sweet moment when the war let you have a moment to breath. That was the last simple moment you had with the Trooper before shit had gone wrong. Oh so wrong. The following battle Is one that wrecked your life, turning it around and upside down. You were never the same since then.

The battle of Sarrish.

It was bloodbath. So many troopers slaughtered where they stood. You tried so hard to save them, to keep them alive. But you couldn't. The ones that survived ran with you, fleeing the battle that you knew was a lost hope. You ran for your ship, Gregor and Lieutenant Jinks hot on your tail. Only a handful of men, hardly any at this point, made it back to the ship. You signaled for takeoff, just praying you could make it off that blasted planet in one piece.

"Report." You said, turning to face Gregor. You knew that loss was great, that the battle was a bust.

"We lost… all but 4 General…" Gregor spoke softly from under his helmet. You knew he was fighting back tears, blood staining his gear from trying to save his brothers. You hung your head and grabbed the back of the seat, your knuckles white from the grip. Tears freely rolled down your cheeks as you mourned the loss of your men. You took a shaken breath and stood up straight, smoothing down your hair, only to find it sticky with blood.

"General, you're wounded." Gregor spoke up before the ship jerked harshly, sending you flying into the wall behind you. With a groan you fell to the floor, your head pounding.

"What the hell?!" You yelled as sirens screamed around you. You felt a pair of hands grab your arm, hoisting you to your feet and pulling you down the hall of the ship.

"Go, go, go!" The owner of the strong pair of hands demanded in your ear as he pushed you along. You moved as fast as your shaken body would allow, your mind spinning from the wound and now probably a concussion. You were turned to the left and pushed down another hallway, the ship shaking violently once more.

"What's going on?" You asked in a shaken voice as you soon reached the escape pod room.

"Y/N I need you to get into that pod." Gregor said as he tapped the panel opening the pod door. You looked from the pod to him and back before shaking your head.

"You and the men need to get out of here." You said, trying to sound like a Leader and not a shaken and injured girl. Gregor shook his head and pulled off his helmet. His dark honey eyes found yours and you felt your heart stop for a second. He held onto both your arms and pulled you close, so your faces were only inches apart. His warm breath fanned over your face, his hands gripping your arms tightly.

"You need to go General." He said in a desperate sounding tone. The ship shook again, sending you into his arms as you tried to keep from falling over. He turned your bodies so you had your back to the pod.

"I won't leave without you Gregor." Your voice broke, tears threatening to spill. You knew that if you both soon didn't get off this ship, you would perish into the dark void of space. He smiled sadly at you as a small tear slipped down his cheek.

"It's my job to keep you alive. And if I die, then at least I can die knowing I gave you a chance to live." He said before bringing his forehead to yours in a Keldabe kiss, letting his nose brush yours softly. "Ret'urcye mhi." *Maybe we will meet again* He whispered before pushing you backwards into the pod, slapping the panel to shut the doors.

"NO!" You screamed as the pod launched from the ship into space. You slammed your hands against the glass window, watching as the ship carrying the man who had become so close to you, the man that had become your partner, the man that till this moment you didn't realize you loved…. Was hit with another blast from the ship chasing you and soon went up in flames. The ship that had been shooting at you pulled your ship in with a tractor beam before jumping to hyperspace, taking Gregor along with them. Your pod drifted in space as you cried, screaming and wailing at the loss. Your mind burned from the injury, your body weak and cold as laid on the floor of the pod. You didn't even realize you were being rescued till Kix was carrying you in his arms to the hospital wing of General Skywalker's ship. You begged for them to send a search party out of Gregor and the 3 other men. But it fell onto deaf ears. You were alive. The clones have done their job in keeping a Jedi alive to fight another fight. 'They did what they are made to do, and they are probably now dead. Be happy they gave their lives to save yours.' Mace Windo had told you when you begged him to send out troops to rescue your men. You sat there, stunned at the fact a Jedi could care so little about another life. That he just was fine with the fact that your men could be dead because 'it was the will of the Force.'

You didn't remember much after that day. Your mind is broken and your body dull and frailed since then. It had been months but you haven't returned to battle. You barely left your apartment near the clone base on Coruscant. You felt as though a piece of you was missing, as though your soul had died some that day. You were a shell of the person you had been. Once a great and fierce Jedi Knight, you were now a broken and scared woman. You had gown skinny, your hair dull and thin. Your eyes were sunken in, your cheek bones hollow. Kix came to check on you at least two times a week, to make sure you were at least eating and taking the vitamins he gave you. And you did, but they won't heal a broken heart and soul.

Then the news came.

Gregor had been found alive on Abafar.

This news shocked you. The ship had crashed landed on a remote, hostile, outerrim planet with no memory of who he was or how he got there. He lived there for months, working at a dinner till Colonel Gascon found him and restored his memory of who he was. Kix told you how Gregor fought beside Colonel Gascon, helping in the escape. Then he told you the rest of the story.

There had been an explosion, Gregor had been in it. It was believed he may have been killed in battle… once again. The joy that flooded your heart stopped, tears filling your eyes once more. Once again your love could be lost to the Galaxy. He had been alive and no one went for him. Now he could be dead… again… and you had no way of getting to him to check if he had made it.

That was 2 weeks ago that Kix had come to your door and told you the news. You tried to move on, to accept the fact that Gregor was not going to be in your life anymore. You started to pick up the pieces of your shattered mind and rebuild. You showered for the first time in weeks. You dawned your Jedi robes for the first time in months. You pulled your hair up into a soft sock bun on top of your head and put on light makeup to hide the bags under your eyes. You went to the Temple training room to use your lightsabers for the first time since Sarrish. You knew Gregor wanted you to live. That is what he told you before you lost him. He gave his life, so you had a chance to keep living. So how could you deny him any longer his last wish?

You walked the halls of the temple that you had been avoiding for months. You had shut yourself off from the Force, from the teachings of the Jedi. You needed to mourn what you lost. But now you needed to live. So you took the first step. You say Anakin and Obi-Wan walking towards you and you gave them a soft smile.

"Y/N! So good to see you and about once more." Obi-Wan said reaching out to pull you into a hug. You smiled at your old friend before wrapping your arms around him. You missed this. Being touched, feeling another living breathing body close to you. Kix would come and sit, but he never touched you, as though he was afraid you would shatter into a million pieces.

"Hello Obi-Wan." You said softly as you hugged the Jedi Master. He patted your back and gave you a squeeze before letting you go. You turned to Anakin and his smile lit up his face.

"Hey there Y/N." He smiled as he pulled you into a hug. You smiled and hugged him back before pulling away and taking a deep breath.

"So where are you heading?" Obi-Wan asked you as you pulled your robes tighter to your body. You had lost weight, your robes hanging loose around your arms and hips. You were glad Obi-Wan didn't ask you how you were, or how things have been, choosing to move on.

"I felt like it was time to start training again. So I'm going to the gym." You answered. Anakin smiled and Obi-Wan nodded his head. He crossed his arms and ran a hand through his beard.

"Well that sounds like a splendid idea. Have fun Y/N, with your training." He spoke before waving his at Anakin and the two walked off with a nod of their heads. You watched them go before going down the hall and taking a right down another hall. You could feel the Force flowing and weaving its way through the halls, flowing through and around the people inside the building. It felt good to open up to the Force once more, letting it fill your body with it's energy. You made your way into the training room and took off your robe, taking your lightsaber into your hand. You turned on the green blade and felt it's power in your hands. Taking a deep breath you started spinning and twirling the blade around in your hands. You spun and jumped, letting the training from the years of living at the Temple come back to you. The power that flooded your body was like an old friend, one you welcomed back with open arms.

You have no idea how long you have been in the training room, but you are tired, sore and hungry. Your body screamed at you to stop. Your mind felt clear for the first time in months, as though a fog was starting to lift it's haze. You were breathing heavily but you felt happy. You turned off your saber and clipped it to your belt, fixing your hair a bit before walking out of the room. You slowly may your way through the halls, letting the energy of the Force spill and flow around you. Soon you reached the main doors and pushed them open, going down to where your speeder bike was and getting on. You went to Dex and picked up some food, enjoying the smell of Caf and fryed dishes he was making all day. Once you got your food and Caf, you walked back outside and started walking for your speeder bike. As you walked you saw a lady selling flowers from a little stand. You saw bright blue small flowers that looked liked moonlight in your mind.

"What are these flowers called, Ma'am?" You asked as you picked up a flower.

"Ohh those are Forget-Me-Nots. They are a symbol of love for those we have lost or who can't be with us." The older woman said with a smile. You looked down at the blue flower and took a deep breath, breathing in it's sweet fragrance.

"Can I get a few of these please?" You asked softly as you handed her some credits to pay for the flowers. She pulled a dozen of the flowers and wrapped them in paper to keep them fresh till you got home. She gave you a smile as she handed you the flowers. She patted your hand and nodded her head at you gently.

"Whoever you are missing, loves you just as much." She spoke to you in a gentle tone before smiling and going back to her flowers. You felt your heart pull at her words and let them sink in. You knew she was right. That no matter what, he did what he did out of love. You went back to your bike and drove yourself back to your appointment and walked up the stairs to your door. You tapped the keypad and slipped in through your door, flipping the lights on. You put the flowers in a vase with water and sat them on your counter. You laid out the food you got from Dex and started to eat. You didn't realize you were this hungry till now. You were half way through your meal when a knock at your door sounded. Wondering who would be calling on you this late at night you got up from your seat. Kix was not due for another 2 days to visit so you knew it wasn't him. You walked to the door and hit the keypad to open it.

"Hello Y/N."

It was like all the air left your lungs. It was like a punch to the gut. You went pale, as though you saw a ghost. And at the moment you felt as if you had.

"How…." You could barely find your voice to speak. There standing before you was the man you loved.

"I'm alive Y/N. I'm here." Gregor spoke as he reached out a hand to gently brush a finger across your cheek, wiping away a tear you had no idea fell from your eye. You leaned into his touch and felt more years slip down your face.

"Gregor." You whispered his name. He walked into your appointment, shutting the door behind him. You have no idea what made you do it but you fell into his arms, pulling him close to you. He wrapped his arms tightly around you, holding you close to him, your head on his chest. The sound of his heartbeat filled your ears, and it was music to you. His hands rubbed up and down your back as he cooed into your hair.

"How is this possible? They said you died on Abafar." You said breathlessly as you pulled away enough to look up into his honey eyes. He sighed and pulled you towards the sofa and sat you both down.

"I helped the Colonel get off the planet but there had been an explosion. I was injured and… my mind… it hasn't been the same. I remember who I am and things but… it's like I… I don't know… I feel like my mind has taken on a different personality at times. They say it's from all the trauma I had. But I'm still here. I'm alive. That's all that's important." He told you as he explained what happened to him. You listened to his every word, as if it was the only thing keeping you alive at that moment.

"I thought I lost you. That day… it's been so hard living when I thought you were dead Gregor." You spoke so softly, your voice breaking as you spoke. You hang your head as the tears start to flow once again. You hate feeling so weak. Gregor placed a finger under your chin and raised your head so your eyes met his once more.

"I would do it all again if it meant you got to live another day. I don't regret it. I don't regret saving you." His voice was thick and soft and it sent shivers down your spine.

"A life without you in it is not a life I want to be a part of anymore." You took his other hand onto yours and gave it a squeeze. "I need you." You didn't realize how heavy those words truly were till his eyes darkened and he moved his hand on your chin into your hair. His body moved closer to yours and you felt like all your nerves were filled with lighting. You licked your lips as his breath fanned across your face.

"I have thought about you since I got my memories back. You fill my every thought. And I hate that I never told you how I truly feel about you."

You moved a bit closer to him, your faces inches from each other. "Then tell me." You breathed. You have no idea who moved first, but next thing you knew his lips were on yours, hungry and filled with Passion, but also soft. His hand tangled into your hair, holding your head close as his other hand slipped to your hip. You knew you'd probably have bruises on your hip tomorrow from his grip but you didn't care. His lips moved against yours in perfect sync, stealing your breath away.

You finally pulled back to catch your breath, panting as you leaned your head against his. His fingers caressed your neck and collarbone, making you shiver. "I have thought about this moment for so long. I've loved you for so long… but I was so afraid I'd lose you if I said something. But then I did lose you and now… now I can't go another day without you knowing." Gregor whispered, his lips brushing your cheek as he spoke. You felt your heart flutter at his confession.

You looked into his eyes and smiled at him. "I love you too Gregor." The smile that spread across his face made you smile bigger before he stood up, pulling you to your feet before picking you up, a squeal falling from your lips as you wrapped your legs around his hips. He carried you back the hall to your bedroom and pushed the door open with his foot. He made his way over to your bed before slowly laying you down onto the mattress. He pushed some hair off your face before kissing you softly as his body hovered over yours. You grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer to you. His hands slipped under your shirt and softly touched the skin of your belly as he kissed you.

"Do you want this?" He asked as he played with the hem of your shirt. His voice was thick and raspy as he looked down into your eyes. You knew what he was asking of you. If you were willing to break your code for him. To go against all you both knew to be together like this, to be with him. You felt the heat pool in your core and you slipped your hand down his chest till you found the hem of his shirt.

"I want you Gregor. All of you. Broken pieces and all." You spoke from the heart as you gazed into his honey eyes. He smiled before crashing his lips to your once more in a heated kiss. His hands slipped up your shirt, only breaking the kiss to pull it over your head, leaving you in your chest wrap. You hands pulled at his shirt, trying to tug it up his chiseled body. He chuckled Into your lips and pulled the shirt off in one swift movement, throwing it to the floor. Your hands roamed his body as his lips found home on your neck, nipping and sucking love marks down your throat. He tongue danced across your skin as he moved his way to the valley of your breast, his lips leaving soft marks I'm their wake. You moaned lightly as his tongue darted out, flicking across the slight bit of breast that was exposed from the top of your wrap. You arched your back up, trying to meet his tongue and his hand slipped under your back, popping the pins of your chest wrap. He slowly pulled the cloth away from your feverish skin and a deep throated moan that sounded like a growl came from his lips. He bent down, taking a perked nipple into his mouth, sucking and swirling the bud with his tongue. You moaned and sighed, arching your back up to him, pleasure flooding your body as his hands started to play with the hem of your pants. Your nails dug into his shoulders, his smooth, firm skin under your fingertips.

He switched sides, his hand playing with the breast that he had just been sucking on, and moving his mouth over to the other to give it the praise it deceived. Your hand soon found his hair, tugging and combing through it making him moan against your skin. It sent shivers through your body. His lips soon made a path down your body, nipping soft marks into your skin, marking you as his. His lips stopped at your waistband and he glanced up at your before hooking a finger into the band, pulling the garments down your legs till you laid fully bare to him. His eyes were blown, his breath coming a bit faster. He let his eyes shamelessly look over your body.

"So fucking perfect." He moaned before moving down your body, hooking your legs over his shoulders. You gasped and looked down at him between your legs.

"What are you doing?" You panted out. He smiled up at you and gave you a wink.

"I'm probably your first, I want to make sure either way that you are good and ready for me baby." His tone did things to your body. You shivered and laid your head back against the pillow as he started to kiss your thighs. You jumped and yelped when his lips started to suck your small bundle without warning. He chuckled against you, sending ripples through your core. He placed a hand on your stomach to hold you down to the bed as he started to suck harder on your clit, and took his other hand, slipping a finger into your wet folds. You cried out, your body on fire with pleasure.

"Gregor…" was all you could say as the knot started to build. He hummed against you, making you feel even more wet as a second finger entered you. Your walls tighten around his digits, your body going into overdrive. He sucked and licked over your bud, pulling the orgasm from you as you thrashed about. Your moans and gasps filled the room as he kept lapping you up, pulling your orgasm out of you as long as he could. He then licked up all your juices, as though it was his last meal. Once he cleaned you up he slowly moved up your body, kissing and biting his way back up to your lips. You could taste yourself on his lips but you didn't care. Your breathing was heavy against his lips as he reached down to undo his pants, letting them slide down his hips. He broke the kiss to pull them off before coming back to your body.

"If you want me to stop tell me." He looked you right in the eyes as he spoke. You smiled before hooking a leg over his hip, the tip of his large cock brushing your wet folds making you both moan.

"I need you inside of me Gregor." You commanded. He smirked down at you and gave a mock salute.

"Sir, Yes Sir General." He said before he slowly started to push into you. He went slowly to let you get used to his size. He was splitting you open inch by inch but in a delicious way. You were both a mindless moaning mess by the time he bottomed out. He breath was hit against your neck as he leaned down onto you, trying to hold on as your tight walls wrapped around him.

"Fuck you are so tight. You feel so good." He praised you. "Are you okay? Ready for me to move?"

You nodded your head at him and he slowly pulled back, to the point he was almost out of you before snapping his hips back into yours, his cock so full and thick, hitting your sweet spot right away. You wrapped both legs around him, biting down on his shoulder as you cried out. He found a pace you could match, your hips snapping to meet each other with each thrust. His lips soon found yours in a breathy and messy kiss, your tongues fighting. He nipped at your bottom lip, pulling more sweet noises from your body. He cock dragged along your walls, making them tighten around him.

"Baby I'm not going to last long." He growled against your lips. You reached down and started to rub your bud, making your orgasm rise faster. "That's right Y/N, cum all over my big cock. I'm going to fill you so full baby. Make you all mine like I've wanted to for so long Y/N." He whispered dirty words into your ear, sending you over the edge. Your second orgasm hit you harder than the first, making you shake and cry out. Your body was in overload mode and it only made his own release all the more pleasurable. He soon came, filling your walls with his white hot cum. You felt his cum shooting inside of you, filling you till the point you felt you would bust. Soon your highs came down, and you laid there panting for breath with him. He laid on top of you softly, and he kissed you lightly before slowly pulling out, both of you whimpering from the loss of contact. Your body felt wrecked and used and you loved it. He got up and went to the refresher to grab a cloth to clean you up. A mix of his cum and yours spilled into your leg after he had pulled out. He soon cleaned you up, giving you his shift as he pulled on his boxers. You slipped the shirt over your head, letting it cover you. He moved up and laid down on the bed, pulling you to join him. You snuggled into his chest and listened to his heartbeat beneath you. He played with your hair as you both laid there in your after glow.

"I love you Gregor. I never forgot you. I can't live without you. You are my reason to keep going. I'm so happy you have come home to me." You whispered into his chest. He tightened his arm around you, pulling you closer to him. He nuzzled his nose into your hair and let out a happy sigh.

"I love you Y/N, and I will always come home to you. I'm not leaving you again." He spoke softly before pulling you face up to give you a soft kiss, one that held promise and love. One that told you how much he loved you, how much he needed you. You kissed him back, pouring your love into him, letting him know that no matter what, he would never be forgotten. That he was yours and you were his. Till the end of time.

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

hi!! i wanted to request marilyn x fem reader. where it’s their wedding day and both of them are extremely nervous to see each other and they end up calling each other while getting ready to ease their nerves.

they have the ceremony (very beautiful/emotional fluff). after that they have the after party which everyone is at (the students and weems and the readers parents/family). durning their first dance i was hoping for something very cute (them just looking at each other and no one else).

after the party they say their goodbyes until after their honeymoon and they go back to their hotel to get ready for their honeymoon. (i was hoping for smutty smut if you’re comfortable with that ofc).

Yess!!! Here it is!!! I was a little inspired on my own wedding, so, I hope you like it!!! Sorry about the language mistakes

The happiest day

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Fluff, slightly smut (mostly implied)

Word count: 3,158

Summary: It’s the most important day of your life, and you’re so nervous…

 N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“Can you stay still for just a moment, (Y/N)?” One of your friends asked you while she was trying to put on your dress.

You were nervous and it was not for less, it was your wedding day. Months of preparation and the day had finally arrived. You were finally going to marry Marilyn, and you couldn't be happier, but you couldn't be more nervous either. You hadn't spent a night without her in over two years. Seeing your fiancée the night before was bad luck, or so they told you. Bullshit. You didn't care. You just wanted to be with her, nothing else mattered to you.

“It's not that easy,” you growled, pulling the fabric of her dress up your back. “Why don't you try it and see how it goes?”

Your friend snorted as she rummaged through the white cloth.

“Because I’m not getting married in one hour, (Y/N). You'll see when your mother comes and sees that you're still like this,” she told you, with a pin held between her teeth.

“Oh, no. Not my mother, please,” you said kicking. She was your mother, yes. But her presence wouldn't help you at all.

“Of course, (Y/N),” your friend said, amused. “Come on, calm down, I'm sure Marilyn is just as nervous as you, or even more.”

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms.

“That's the trouble, Alma, I don't know. I haven't heard from her since last night,” you said with a worried tone.

“Oh, please,” your friend said. “Do not move…”

“What if she got scared and ran away?” You asked, earning yourself a prick in your side. “Oh!”

“I told you not to move,” the girl scolded you. Surely you were making her desperate. “Do not say foolishness. Becca told me that she's been here since 9 am.”

You turned abruptly. You almost stuck the pin in again.

“Oh, really?”

“Yes, (Y/N), seriously. Stop worrying now. It's obvious that she loves you very much.”

“Do you think so? I have to be sure,” you said, coming down from the small stool where you were standing.

“Well, where are you going now?”

“I have to talk to her,” you said nervously, trying to locate your phone among piles of clothes.

“Have you gone crazy? That's bad luck,” your friend protested, trying to reach the phone, without success. “Stop fooling around and go back to your place.”

You managed to dodge your friend, who was trying to prevent you from calling your fiancée. It was an absurd but comic chase.

“Alma, I'm the bride, you have to let me do whatever I want,” you said, falling back on the bed, with your friend on top of you.

“For God’s sake! What is going on here?” A familiar voice broke into the room. Your friend immediately stood up and struck a formal pose.

“Hello Mrs. (Y/N),” she said shyly.

Your mother came to you with her arms on her hips.

“What are you doing playing around? Have you seen what time it is?” She asked you, brushing off your dress.

“I'm glad to see you too mom…” You said ironically. The mobile vibrated in your hand and your heart seemed to want to get out of your chest. It was her, Marilyn. “One second.”

“(Y/N), I know it's bad luck but…”

“Mari, you don't know how glad I am to hear your voice,” you sighed, sticking your tongue out at your friend.

“I'm sorry, I don't want to bother you, it's just…”

“That you are nervous”

“Yeah…”

“Me too, I thought you weren't going to show up and…”

“Do not say foolishness.”

“I know, I know…”

“I missed you so much last night...”

“Me too…”

Your mother sighed and moved closer to you, snatching the phone from your hand.

“I'm sorry, but (Y/N) is very busy right now, you'll have a lifetime to talk to her,” She said, hanging up the phone. You knew your mother didn't have a pronounced fondness for Marilyn on the subject of her age. But little by little she accepted her, although you didn't care if she didn't.

“Mom!” You yelled angrily. Your friend was trying very hard to hold back her laughter.

“Please behave yourself and finish getting dressed once and for all,” She told you, with that maternal tone that you hated so much.

At least you weren't so nervous anymore. The place was beautiful, outdoors. The weather played in your favor and a splendid sun shone in the sky, without a single cloud that clouded the landscape. Your nerves were on edge. The entire school where Marilyn worked had come. Deep down you didn't care. She had no family and her co-workers and students were the closest thing to her. The dry, flowery scent of summer filled the air, laden with a soft, relaxing atmosphere, full of murmurs and whispered comments.

You held on to your father's arm tightly and trying not to make a fool of yourself with the heels you were wearing. You would never get used to wearing them. You were so careful not to step on your dress and not fall that it took you a moment to look at the figure at the end of the aisle of chairs.

There she was, waiting for you. It was amazing how a simple dress and a professional hairstyle could make her look like an angel. She didn't need three hours of hairdressing, or an expensive and ornate dress. Marilyn was that simple, and you loved her that way. The excitement made you to smile, and forget about your little insecurities. It was the time, and you didn't even give importance to those silent glances that followed you through that red carpet.

You finally got to her side, and her expression said it all. You had seen her excited many times, but not how at that moment. Her face shone with anticipation, with love. Surely you also had that same expression.

“I have no words, (Y/N)…” She whispered, holding your hand. “You are stunning”

“You, you too Mari... I can't be happier.”

The music stopped and a dapper Mayor Walker stepped up to the lectern, clearing his throat. You looked back for a moment. Your mother was already crying, always so dramatic. Your father was looking at you nodding slightly. Marilyn's boss was there too, and she gave you a thumbs up, giving you her approval. Surely she had been helping Marilyn to get ready. She was a nice woman, a very nice one.

“Ladies and gentlemen. Today we are in this beautiful landscape of Jericho to celebrate the union of…”

“I can't believe it, he's campaigning…” You whispered in her ear. She gave you a little nudge.

“Don't make me laugh, I beg you,” she told you in confidence.

After all the laws and all the rights and duties of a marriage, the moment you feared the most came.

“Please, if you are so kind as to share your vows…” The mayor said. That politician's smile made you nervous, but the truth is that the ceremony was going great. You couldn't complain at all.

You both looked at each other and an awkward silence fell. You were supposed to start it, and when the redhead nodded at you, you remembered.

“Oh, yes, of course… Um…” You were on the verge of a fit. You had gone completely blank. “Can you… Can you start?”

A sound of laughter came from behind. It would be one of the anecdotes of that day. You were embarrassed but Marilyn took your hand again.

“(Y/N), on this day I give you my heart. All my love is yours, all my affection is yours, and I promise to be faithful to you, to love you on sunny and cloudy days and to always be by your side. I loved you yesterday, I love you today and I will love you tomorrow and always, every day of my life,” she said solemnly. She used to be shy, but that day she seemed very sure of what she was saying. You wanted to cry, hug her, kiss her... But you couldn't, not yet.

“Marilyn I promise to tell you every day that I love you. I promise to make you happy, that you only cry with joy, that you never feel alone. With you I feel safe, I feel happy, I feel that everything is possible if you are by my side and I promise never to be separated from you and to love you always, every day of my life,” you said, with a shaky but firm voice.

When the ring slipped on your finger you knew there was no going back, and it was an overwhelming feeling.

“I declare you united in marriage,” Walker said, after which came the applause and the kiss, the best kiss of your life, at least for the moment.

Massive amounts of rose petals flew as you walked across the carpet again, now married, committed for life. The shower of flowers was like a fantasy. Everyone applauded and shared the same happiness as you, although surely not at the same level. A bunch of girls, students from Nevermore and your friends, got into position for you to throw the bouquet at them.

“Here it goes!” You said throwing it back without looking. A deathly silence. Marilyn tapped you on the shoulder to get you to look. You widened your eyes. Wednesday Addams was a part of many of Marilyn's topics of conversation when she came home from work. You knew her apathetic and dark personality. You couldn't believe the flowers had landed right on her lap.

After that moment of stupefaction, laughter filled the place again.

After a brief cocktail party, full of compliments and congratulations, the banquet arrived. Your parents and Larissa sat at your table, chatting about you over glasses of wine.

“And then nothing else occurred to her than to burp in the middle of the church. The faces of the guests were a poem,” your father said between laughs. Larissa looked at you, funny.

“Dad!” You protested, embarrassed. Marilyn covered her laughter with a sip of wine.

“Don't you remember your Uncle John's wedding?” Your father asked.

“I didn't remember until you brought up the subject,” you said, kicking your wife, who was laughing without being able to hide it.

“We had a lot of fun, although you got stuffed with chocolate cake. You left your dress made a totally mess,” your father continued telling.

“I was 5 years old, okay?” You defended yourself. Larissa seemed to be amused by your father's stories. Marilyn too. She didn't know of any, especially since most of them were awfully embarrassing.

“Richard…” Your mother said in her classic tone of "you're going too far."

The banquet ended when the champagne was served. It was time for another moment where your knees were shaking. The dance.

The music began to play: Please Don't Go, by KC and the Sunshine Band. It was slow, romantic.

Marilyn took you by the hand and you headed to the dance floor. Everyone fell silent. The eyes turned back to you. But you didn't look at the others.

As you swayed tenderly to the music, you looked at each other. You couldn't do anything else, you were enthralled, hypnotized. There was no one who could feel as much love as the one you were feeling at that very moment. Your heart burned while the lyrics spoke for your feelings. You didn't want her to leave, ever. You wanted to always be by her side.

It was a slow, romantic dance. It was not something rehearsed. It was improvised, solely directed by the love you felt. You kissed each other, you caressed each other in the midst of so many people. You didn't look away, you barely blinked. That dance was definitely the most sincere act of love of your entire life. Only you and Marilyn existed, no one else. The music, your wife and you. There was no room for more people, for words, not even for thinking about how painful those heels were. Her eyes looking at you that way was all you needed to live, to breathe...

Soon the music changed, and Bonnie Tyler's “Heartache” undid that magic that had been formed. Your steps became rhythmic and she twirled you several times, while the rest of the guests began to join in the dance. The party had just started.

There were slow moments, loving dances with your father, with your mother. Marilyn also had to suffer a couple of dance steps with your father, who had already had the tie on his head. Your feet hurt, but nothing mattered, you were happy, tremendously happy.

Marilyn's students seemed to be having fun too, they even prepared a little surprise for their teacher. A beautiful bouquet of flowers filled with an envelope with congratulations. The redhead cried excitedly. According to her, no one had ever considered her in that way. To see Marilyn happy was to see you happy. Her demons from her past didn't come out that night. Love and joy kept them hidden, maybe forever.

With a repetition of your dance, the party ended and those who could stand left the place, thanking you.

“It was a wonderful wedding. I hope you can enjoy your honeymoon in Hawaii. Please, bring me a postcard,” Larissa said, hugging you effusively.

“Sure,” Marilyn said.

The place was left deserted, except for the people who decided to stay in that charming rural hotel. Little by little they went to their rooms, saying goodbye to you, grateful. You had the best room just for you.

You entered with your wife, holding on to her shoulders. Your feet were a total sinister. As the door closed, you reached down and furiously unlaced your shoes, throwing them across the room.

“Goodbye...” You said with satisfaction, watching how they fell disastrously across the room. Marilyn looked at you a little surprised.

“(Y/N),” she said amused, taking off her shoes too.

“They've been torturing me all day,” you said, a little nervous. It was your wedding night and you didn't even know where to start. “Tell me that this wonderful suite has a wonderful bathtub.”

“Of course, if you're so kind as to accompany me,” she said, feigning business education, kissing your hand.

“It will be a pleasure…” You said with a slightly suggestive tone.

Indeed, the room had a large bathtub, perfect for relaxing after a day like that. Marilyn sat on the edge, regulating the temperature of the water, while she watched you with sparkling eyes.

“Aren't you going to take off that beautiful dress?” She asked, checking that the water was perfect.

You blushed a little.

“I was hoping you would take it off from me…” You said, with a childish voice. She laughed and got up, gently turning you around. “Be careful, there are sharp traps at the waist.”

“Don't worry, I think if I take this down…” She whispered, unzipping your zipper painfully slowly.

You noticed how the fabric of your dress felt lighter on your body. You felt an incomparable relief when you noticed how the garment subtly fell to the ground. As you enjoyed her soft caresses, you glanced over at a nearby table.

“Look at this,” you said, pulling away from her, leaving her kissing the air where your neck used to be.

In an ice bucket, there was a bottle of champagne, along with two glasses.

“Hey, come here, you scoundrel,” Marilyn said amused.

“Yes, I’m coming,” you said taking that little table and putting it next to the bathtub. “Okay, you can continue.”

The kisses continued on your bare back. It seemed as if it was the first time she had touched you. It was soft, delicate. She wasn't quick, she wasn't impatient. I enjoyed your skin little by little. You no longer had any clothes left on you. The garter disappeared along with a lustful gasp from the redhead.

You turned and prepared to do the same. You were so in love that you even hesitated to reveal the bare skin of your wife. She didn't say anything, she just looked at you, as if you were the most beautiful thing in the world.

There was nothing left to remove. After some necessary and deep kisses, the two of you got into the bathtub. You sighed in relief as you felt the hot water. Every muscle in your body relaxed as you rested your head on her chest. Marilyn reached over to pour the champagne. She passed your glass for you to take.

“Cheers, my love?” She told you softly.

The bath was relaxing, as was the champagne. Then the inevitable happened. You did not want to wait any longer. You needed each other, you needed each other painfully.

Her hands on your body were soft and naughty as she laid you on the bed. It was your night, and it had to be special.

It was slow, soft, tender. Her fingers moved inside you with a special affection. She didn't just want to satisfy you, she wanted you to feel loved, just like you.

You were tossing and turning in bed, kissing wildly, devouring each other. Despite the exhaustion, you had the strength to treat your wife like a goddess, just as she deserved. She moaned, you moaned. It didn't matter who was receiving pleasure. Seeing you in that state was enough to make you burn with desire. Your bodies came together and your hips moved in unison.

“I love you, honey, I love you…” Marilyn stammered, before going crazy for the second time that night.

“Me... Me too,” you answered, feeling that you didn't want to stop, that you could be like this all night.

Your lips kissed her body, enjoying all her taste, while she gripped the soft sheets tightly. The passion lasted a couple of hours, before your bodies fell completely exhausted in bed.

“I still can't believe we did it...” Marilyn whispered, stroking your hair, while you rested on her.

“Well, it wasn't even the first time…” You teased, making yourself comfortable on her chest.

“That's not what I mean…” She said, patting you on the shoulder, while she tangled her legs with yours. “I mean to get married.”

“Don't you believe it?” You said, getting up, taking her hand and placing it in front of her. “Look at this, do you see it?” You asked, pointing to the new ring that was on her finger. She smiled, caressing your face.

“I can't be happier, (Y/N).”

“Me neither. I want nothing else than to be with you forever… Well, maybe some Mai Thais on the beach.”

Marilyn laughed and hugged you tight. The hug led to another kiss, and the kiss to more kisses, more caresses. That night seemed to have no end, just like the life ahead of you, together.

[authortonylhunter]

The Dreamscape Travelers

By: Tony L. Hunter

Written: 6/21/22

* This is a dream that I had when I was I want to say around two to three years old in the early 90s’. But it’s one of those unexplainable moments in life also. This is one of two similar dreams I’ve had durning that young stage of my life this is the first I would like to share. *

When I was a child I had an extremely active, vivid imagination. Sometimes however I question if it was in fact “just my imagination” or was it something more. When we dream for the average human, we forget what we dreamt. But what if, what if some dreams are more than just that?

When I was about 2 I was sleeping in my bunk bed, I was on the bottom with my mom, my older brother was on top. It was nighttime, late in the night. All were sound sleeping. I remember “waking up” feeling a strange warmness, alerted, I wasn’t frightened just alerted. I heard my front door open from outside as if someone was coming in.

Mind you I’m only two, I should have been crying screaming or trying to wake my mom up. But something kept me quiet and I didn’t feel any type of danger. Just alerted.

I’m sitting up on my bed, I decided to scoot closer to the end of the bed but close enough to feel my mom legs. She always slept with the door open so I could see into the hallway and the passageway that led into the living room. When I hear the door open, I hear three whispering figures.

Again, I should have tried to waken up my mom, a part of me of was curious, but knew I was in no immediate danger at the moment.

As the whispering drew near I seen a tint of golden orange slightly illuminate the living room. As one of the lights approached and interred the hallway was I seen a tall, black figure with a tint of golden orange. Following were two other tall black figures, they were skinny but their “shadows” engulfed the entire hallway.

If it wasn’t for the tint that turn into light when all three were together I don’t think I’d be able to see them. With the light shining just enough I could see the shape of skeletons but cloaked in black. The tallest figure extended its arm and said would you like to go for ride. The other two figures job were to coach me off the bed which didn’t take much convincing.

As a child I had a strange fascination with the nighttime. Even in adulthood I’m drawn to to wonders of night. So when the other two extended their arms I quietly and slowly got off the bed so my mother wouldn’t feel or wake up. I tried to ask if mom could go. It was as if the figures already knew and all three said no.

At this moment I started to feel tired again as if I was going to fall back asleep instantly. One of the figures picked me up which jolted me up, I didn’t want to be held. The first figure looked down onto the other figure that was holding me as if only they could see each other’s expression because it put me down softly. The first figure took hold of my hand and guided me to the front door through the front yard which was engulfed by the night time skies. The other figures followed in unison. I was placed in the back seat of the car, with the first figure sitting next to me on the on the right side. One figure took the driver seat the other front seat. I remembered feeling a little scared, after all I was getting into some kind of vehicle with 3 hooded skeletal figures, but I also knew I was in full control of whatever was going on. The tallest figure was in the drivers seat. He turned his head to look at me, without moving his lips he asked me ‘where I would like to go? I didn’t say a word but looked out into the quiet empty dark streets of my hometown, while in the waking world you would see just a simple neighborhood residential road. Wherever I had woken up at, when you looked out into the roadway not only did you see the residential road, you seen the entire town starting at the end of the driveway.

The Travelers all seemed to understand I just wanted to explore the nightly world. The driver didn’t have a key to the car, he pointed at the wheel and the vehicle instantly started. I look out the passenger window to catch a glimpse of my Mema’s dog Timber, he looked at me blinked once at me and nodded his head ‘yes’ as if he knew what was going on. He knew I was safe, he knew I would be coming back. Unless that Wolf-Dog wouldn’t have let me leave the yard even in my dreamscape.

The sights I was being shown was extraordinary and so surreal looking, I couldn’t keep up with all the different architectural structures. Homes stacked upon homes. Full sized family homes four to fives single family homes built and stacked on top of each other. Deep hill like structures which held stacked homes going uphill that reached the top of the hill. When I looked at the sky and moon, it was as if I was in a chapter of James & the Giant Peach. The moon was five times its size, such a round full beautiful moon. I felt like I could reach up and touch the moon.

The Travelers kept showing me around the surrealism town that I had grown to feel comfortable and attracted to. The feeling, the sights, the realm I was shown I wanted to be apart of it.

Stars that belonged to the sky were hanging above me as if they were the street lights. Rundown, decaying looking homes but when you walk by and peak inside, they’re fully furnished and livable, but it appears to be an unsafe structure.

I knew I didn’t fully belong in this dimension, but I wanted to defy what my reality had shown me. The Travelers knew this, they were intrigued by my willingness to explore even at such a small state of my life, but I knew & they knew they were only allowed to take me so far.

At one point they realized they’ve went a little to far in this surreal dreamscape because we came up to rundown part of town shipping containers of all sizes stacked and placed onto of one another to make homeless encampments. Trailers-stacked on top of train-cars, and then a long train track bridge with homeless people sitting outside around dumpster fires. Under the bridge was a make shift gate that separated the road from the Homelessness rundown area. While observing the area I felt a sense of adventure, a feeling of blending in, almost like I could escape from someone or something. We drove past a group of homeless men they were standing under a portion of the bridge in a circle around a dumpster fire keeping warm, eating and drinking whatever they could find. I looked out the window when I seen a man looking at me, he starts walking over to the car, his mouth isn’t moving but he’s speaking to me. He asked me if I would like to step out of the car, he then said in a whisper like voice, you’re not from here come here. The skeletal figure pulled me over his lap and set me in the middle of him and the empty seat as if he heard everything and more of what the homeless traveler was saying.

It’s time to take him home, the tallest skeletal traveler said.

‘He’s not ready to go back yet’

‘He’ll let us know when to bring him back’, the other two insisted.

‘The Guardian is calling him back to his time. We took him farther this time, The Guardian says enough. He’s going to wake up, he cannot be here.’ The tallest Traveler was adamant and firm but nurturing in his stance and orders.

‘Give me the child the traveler said in the front seat of the car. The moment my skin touched his hooded garment, I felt that warm sensation of falling asleep instantly. My eyes got hazy and heavy. I was overwhelmed by the aroma of Lavender and Sage.

I started going in and out of my consciousness. One moment, I’m in this car with illuminated skeleton figures, one holding me in his lap, one driving, one in the backseat, they have emotionless expression but it was as if every good and loud conversation and memories that went on in one of their lives was happening in the car. I could hear their lives playing out. They were good people in one of their lives I know that much.

The next moment I feel myself in my room, laying next to my Mama. Then I would wake up in the arms of the Traveler. I started feeling a pull and the Travelers had to keep up with the pull. I don’t know what would have happened had they tried to keep their pace. Maybe I don’t want to know. As we were coming up to my home, I seen timber off his chain waiting by the gate of the driveway. One moment he was the beautiful white gray Wolf-Dog with one blue and one brown eye. The next he was a tall Native American spirit. Not just any Native American spirit, but he was a leader, a fighter, he had authority and dominion. When we arrived I was being carried into the yard and all three travelers heads were pointed down because they knew they took me to a place I wasn’t allowed to go yet or at all.

The warm heavy haze at this point was so strong my eyesight was fuzzy. I could barely see anything around me. But I was home. I could smell my houses scent. The scents of my loved ones. I was home and safe. I allowed myself to fall into the warm haze. I’m placed on my bed next to my mom, I’m blinking and already falling back asleep or falling back into my place and time.

The Traveler that was carrying me before they left my room in the same formation they arrived and entered whispered ‘Goodbye and sweet dreams little Traveler. Take care and don’t go wondering off anymore, we won’t always be here in those times’ ‘Be well little Traveler.

I feel asleep but I woke up instantly and next to my mom and in my real world. It was about 7AM when everyone in my house and family got up. It was a beautiful morning. The only odd thing is, my Mama and Mema both asked each other why the front door was ajar?

[quicksilverownsmysoul]

Can you writeba one shot for Cooper where he's talking about Emily (the girl he kind of dates) and the reader who has been his childhood friend and fell in love with him can't take it anymore so She just snaps at Cooper and confesses to him? If you dont want to write it, I understand! 😊

omg Ilysm anon this is such a good idea! Of course I'll write it!

Shut Up

Summary: You had been in love with Cooper ever since you were kids. One day when he’s talking about Emily you just snap and accidentally confess your feelings for him.

Warnings: this is pure fluff

Word Count: 1698

You were hanging out in Cooper's room like you guys always did after school. One of his random edgy CD's playing on the stereo as Cooper sat at his computer furiously typing away. You were painting your nails on his bed, the nail polish bottles balanced on your thigh. "You better not spill that shit on my bed." Cooper grumbled, not bothering to look up from his screen. You rolled your eyes as you gently blew on your nails, hoping to dry them faster.

"I'm not going to spill it, I know what I'm doing."

 "Sure you do."

 You got up to sit in the chair next to his. You leaned your head on his shoulder and he didn't even flinch he was used to it. You guys had been friends forever now, you had met in third grade. You both had scoffed at the idea of reading another picture book, you both were far more interested in reading classical literature. He had given you a smile from across the room and in that moment you fell in love with Cooper Day. You squinted at his screen, your brow furrowing in confusion at the words. It was so different from what he usually wrote. “What is this?” 

 “A story duh.” 

 “I know that idiot. I mean why are you writing this fluff piece instead of your usual end of the world edgy philosophical stuff about life.”

 He jerked his shoulder up, knocking your head off. “Just trying something new.”

 “Bullshit.” You saw his phone buzz and went to yank it off his desk before he could. You saw the name Emily flashing and you felt your heart drop. You pushed past it, holding his phone out of reach and teasing him. “Who’s Emily?”

 “No one.” He said, kicking the bottom of your chair and knocking it over. You fell onto your ass and he yanked his phone back giving you a triumphic smile. 

 “Dick.” You muttered. 

 “Only if you ask nicely.” 

 You picked your chair and sat back down. You saw him finish off his writing and held your hand out asking for his. He compiled, swirling his chair to face you already knowing what you wanted. You shook the nail polish bottle, and twisted the cap off, wiping the excess off on the side of the bottle. You carefully brushed the color onto his nails, careful not to smear your own in the process. ``So… are you writing that crappy piece for that Emily girl?”  

 “Yea.” He admitted.

 “Why?’

 “Cause she’s hot.”

“Gross.”

He just shrugged. “I mean when am I going to get a chance like this again?”

“What do you mean.”

“Girls like her don’t usually look at me, and I don’t know doing this for her gets me a lot in return. Like the other day-“ Cooper started to ramble and you did your best to listen, biting your tongue each time he mentioned that this was probably the only time someone was going to like him like this.

You tried to change the conversation multiple times but it someone always drifted back to that Emily girl and how she had made out with her the other day. The second he mentioned that he could smell her sickly sweet shampoo you snapped, roughly shoving the cap back on the nail polish. Cooper gave you a confused look. “What are you doing you didn’t even finish painting my-“

“Shut up!” He reeled back at your words. “Shut up, shut up, shut up!” He looked at your with wide eyes. “If I have to listen to you talk about that stupid girl for one more second I’m going to jump out that window.”

“What’s your damage (y/n)?” Cooper had snatched the nail polish bottle, finishing what you hadn’t.

“What’s you’re damage?” You mocked, lowering your voice to imitate his. “It’s you!”

“What did I do?” He asked, slowly getting angry.

“You’ve been rambling for the the last half hour about how no likes you but that Emily, to the person who has been in love with you since the third grade!” The minute the words left your mouth you slapped your hand over your mouth, praying you hadn’t said what you thought you said.

You could feel the tension in the air at your words. You looked down, not daring to meet his eyes. “You like me?”

You looked up at Cooper, he had a hint of a smile on his lips. You took it as a good sign and returned it. “Duh. You’re just too oblivious to pick up on it.”

“If you’re calling me oblivious what does that say about you?” You gave him a confused look and he let out an airy laugh. “I’ve been love with you since the third grade too.” You felt your jaw drop and cooper laughed at your shocked expression. “I guess we’re both idiots when it comes to this stuff.” He joked.

“I guess so.” You laughed with him.

You could feel the tension in the air from both of yours confessions. You just stared at one another, smiling dumbly, neither one of you knowing what to say. Cooper was the first to break the silence, he grabbed the nail polish bottle and tossed it at you, you caught it. “Now can you come finish painting my nails, I keep smearing it.”

You rolled your eyes and gave him a smile. “Sure.”

You sat back down in your chair across from Cooper. He had scooted closer to you, allowing your chair to sit comfortably in between his. He was so close you could feel his hot breath on your skin, you did you best not to get distracted by it. Focusing on finishing up his nails. Every now and then you guys would glance up at one another, but then you would both get flustered and turn away.

The next time you looked up Cooper didn’t break your gaze. He wet his lips and hesitantly leaned closer to you, his eyes fluttering shut. You met him half way, a smile on your face. It was exactly how you always imagined it would be. His lips were rough against yours, but his kiss was gentle and loving. A complete opposite from his cold exterior, he let you take control for a moment before finally pulling away. Cooper’s face was bright red, he glanced down at his hands noticing that you had messed up his nails when you had put your hand over his durning the kiss.

“Shit.” You gave him a panicked look, fearing you did something wrong. “You smeared my nail polish.” Cooper lifted his hand up for you to see. You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “If you keep doing that your eyes are going to get stuck back there.”

“Shut up you idiot.”

“Only if you make me.”

“Deal.”

You smiled as you felt his hands pull you closer by your waist, your hands coming up to rest around his neck. You pressed a kiss to his lips, both of you smiling as you both finally got what you’d always wanted.

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[awigglycultist]

Going back and rewatching what I missed from the npmd livestream from the end of the Jane Perkins Theory to a bit before the beginning of the Abstinence Camp rewatch

I love how Matt keeps having to finish what Nick is saying bc he keeps lagging and freezing

"who's good at math?" *Joey immediately starts talking*

Jon being in show choir makes sense

Ofc Jon started a barbershop quartet

All these high school choir and theatre stories are incredible

"and I swore that I would never be involved in theater again" "and how's that going?" djdjdb

"I left to do Sussical the Musical, we made our decisions"

Hey, I like statistics! Well so far at least

Curt swam competitively and was ranked 18th nationally?

HE SWAM AGAINST MICHAEL PHELPS?

Mariah 🤝 Curt

Troy Bolton

"Bill vs Ted" "this is easy!"

Also yeah Ted would absolutely die first he's a whimp

Yes Peter and the Obnoxious Teen are still separate characters!

Wait the Obnoxious Teen characters was also going to be Richie but now they're also separate characters!???!

Doggy Power!

The 8bit tunes!! (once again asking SK to please release these as an album)

Yeah Paul absolutely would apologise the whole time

Bs I think Emma totally would win against Grace

No way Duke would even hurt a kid

Becky 10000% wins over Linda

"Paul have you been paying attention? We're having thr most important conversation of the decade!"

NOOO also I love Curt is like "no he's lacking context but f i n e"

Oohh wow Barry vs Henry is a good one

Peter Spankoffski my beloved

The idea o's Spitfire just incinerating Linda is wonderful

I REALLY LOVE Becky Barnes Climbed A Tree it's such a good feeling fun song and it makes me wanna go outside and climb a tree and I would absolutely listen to it every day and I love that they put in the little bit of Becky being Irish since that where the joke started from

Spefically 43 mins and 37 secs

Xander was supposed to have psychic abilities!?

"I might be bias though" "I'm definitely bias"

"okay Xander wins" "NO- I- NO!"

"okay so Grace has the power of God"

Absolutely love James' ideas of faking Spitfire's and Xander's deaths

"she's 18" "oh well then I retract everything I just said she's dead"

Xander sweep!

Daddy Bracket

Wilbur vs MacNamara off the bat? Omg

Woo filmed version of the Jangle Ball tour!!

He's a sorcerer?

NO NOT LEX VS HANNAH

"let's not do this :("

Lex has worked all her life to protect Hannah and make sure she doesn't get hurt so Lex would 1000% just lie down and die instead of killing Hannah

"it's like a Romeo and Juliet situation" mmm not quite Angela

EMDRIOD VS CAR!JANE AHAHAJSBDKD

"Can the Android hold a gun?" "yeah the android can hold a gun" "okay then this split, idk" ndjddbdjdb

"does android Emma.. Like, what's the gun situation?" NDKDBDDN

Angela and Mariah are really mean to be BFFs

Android Jane!

"this one breaks your heart?"

Also would Lumberaxe even kill Holloway bc he only kills ppl who aren't abstinent and Holloway isn't dumb enough to go do the dirty in the middle of the woods so would Lumberaxe be able to tell if she's been abstinent or not?

"I wanna see Webby and Miss Holloway fight, that'll be interesting" "I wanna see them fall in love!" in with you Mariah

The immediate "Holloway wins"

So many of these are good vs evil

"remember the child murder?"

They had Nemo stand in for wiggly durning a rehearsal of Feast or Famine bdjdjd

Full blown fluff machine!

My god I love Valentine

Jane's cat knocking over the camera bfjdbss

"that's a weird looking porcelain cat" "where'd you get that porcelain cat Matt?"

Anyway this is where I got caught up with last night so that's the end of this post

[in-stenography]

you forget so easy

My girl Iris Murdoch talks a lot about attention, attentiveness. What does this mean?

As I’m writing this, there is a very small but not negligible possibility that we will see global thermonuclear war, which may (if my high-school debate cards were correct) lead to human extinction.

G. W. F. Hegel, our favorite German idealist, saw time as a march towards consciousness coming to know itself. An inevitable march, actually, thanks to the cunning of Reason. (To be fair, he was writing at the very beginning of the 19th century, and he couldn’t possibly have known the 20th century would happen.)

Fiction writers, who are generally the better philosophers, have generally seen things differently.

“She would of been a good woman,” The Misfit said, “if it had been somebody there to shoot her every minute of her life.”

Maybe you haven’t read “A Good Man is Hard to Find.” But maybe you have seen O Brother, Where Art Thou? Ulysses Everett, scoundrel (just like his namesake), offers up a beautiful prayer to God to save him and his pals. But when He sends a flood to save them:

Well, any human being will cast about in a moment of stress. No, the fact is, they're flooding this valley so they can hydroelectric up the whole durn state. Yessir, the South is gonna change. Everything's gonna be put on electricity and run on a paying basis. Out with old spiritual mumbo-jumbo, the superstition and the backward ways. We're gonna see a brave new world where they run everyone a wire and hook us all up to the grid. Yessir, a veritable age of reason - like they had in France. And not a moment too soon...

But I’ve been beating around the bush. What I really want to share with you is this chapter from The Posthumous Memoirs of Bras Cubas (tr. Margaret Jull Costa and Robin Pattinson):

The mule I was riding on stepped dead in his tracks and refused to move, then he bucked twice, then another three times, then once again, and that last time he threw me out of the saddle, but my left foot remained caught in the stirrup; I tried to cling onto the mule’s belly, but, startled, the beast set off at a gallop down the road. No, that’s not quite true: the mule tried to run away and even made a couple of leaps forward, but the muleteer, who happened to be standing beside me, managed to grab the reins, and, with considerable effort and no little danger to himself, brought the animal to a halt. Once the mule was under control again, I extricated my foot from the stirrup and stood up.

“A lucky escape,” said the muleteer.

And it was true; if the mule had galloped off, I would have got a real battering, and that accident might well have ended in my death, my head cracked open, congestion of the brain or some other internal injury, and that would have been the end of my career. The muleteer had perhaps saved my life, that much was clear; I could feel it in the blood pounding in my heart. O worthy muleteer! While I was recovering, he was carefully, skillfully, untangling the mule’s harness. I decided to give him three of the gold coins I had with me, not because that was how much my life was worth -- for my life was of inestimable value -- but because it seemed a reward worthy of the devotion he had shown in saving me. Right, I thought, I’ll give him the three gold coins.

“There you are,” he said, handing me the reins.

“Just a moment,” I answered, “I haven’t quite got over the shock...”

“Really?”

“Well, I did nearly die, didn’t I?”

“If the mule had galloped off, yes, possibly, but as you see, with God’s help, nothing happened.”

I went over to the saddlebags and took out an old vest, in whose pocket I had placed the five gold coins, and while I was doing this, I wondered whether perhaps that wasn’t too large a tip and whether two coins would be perfectly adequate. Or even one. One coin would be enough to send a tremor of joy through him. I studied his clothes; he was a poor wretch who had probably never even seen a gold coin. So, yes, one gold coin would suffice. I took it out, saw it sparkle in the sunlight; the muleteer didn’t see it, though, because I had turned my back on him; but maybe he had his suspicions, because he started talking to the mule in a low, meaningful voice, giving him advice, telling him to be more sensible in the future, saying that the gentleman might punish him; in short, a brief fatherly monologue. Bless me if I didn’t hear the sound of a kiss: it was the muleteer kissing the mule on its head.

“Steady on!” I exclaimed.

“Sorry, sir, but the creature keeps looking at us in such an odd way...”

I laughed, I hesitated, I placed in his hand a silver coin, got back on the mule, and trotted off, feeling slightly vexed, or, rather, slightly uncertain as to the effect that silver coin would have. A few yards on, I looked back, and there was the muleteer still bowing and clearly pleased as punch. I realized that he must be very happy indeed; I had paid him well, I had perhaps paid him too well. I thrust my fingers into the pocket of the vest I was wearing and felt a few copper coins -- the small change I should have given to the muleteer, instead of the silver coin. After all, when I thought about it, he hadn’t acted in the hope of gaining any reward or out of virtue, he had simply responded to an impulse natural to his temperament and to his trade; add to this the fact that he had been neither in front of me nor behind, but precisely at the spot where the accident occurrred, and this seemed to make him a mere instrument of Providence; so, one way or another, there had been no merit in his actions at all. I was greatly distressed at this thought; I told myself I had been profligate, and charged that one silver coin to the account of my many former extravagances; I was filled (yes, why not say it?), I was filled with remorse.

Well, I like Hegel, but I think Machado de Assis proves him wrong on this point. Time makes assholes of us all.

So if, in a moment of fear, if you’ve felt anything -- a desire to call your parents, or your chosen family, or your friends, and tell them that you love them -- or a desire to do something for someone -- consider that maybe this moment came from a good part of yourself. Maybe the best part. Consider attending to it. Consider not letting go of it.

[drazzilder]

A Hellish Encounter

By Drazzilder 

Chapter 38: Greatest Fear

It’s been about a week since the festival. You haven’t gone back to UA since for fear of losing control again. It wasn’t your idea to stay away, it was Enji and Nezu’s idea. Last thing they want is a demon losing control in the school. You don’t mind, it gives you some free time and much needed rest. You’re still doing hero work but it’s your day off today.

The kids won’t be home today, they are visiting a friends house for the evening. Enji is working so you decided to spoil him when he gets home; multi course meal, massage, bath salts, the whole nine yards just for him. The whole morning you spend cooking a variety of dishes, taking time to make sure each one is perfect. While all of this is happening, Zaheer just relaxes and watches you and talks to you. It’s nice sometimes to just talk with Zaheer like you did as a kid, nothing serious, just casual. You just took dessert out of the fridge when you get a phone call.

“Hi Alan. How have you been.”

After meeting you parents, you waited a month to contact Alan. He understood it was a lot for you, but it was worse for him. He was so upset at them he left the United States and moved to Japan to be close to you. You always try to make time for him but he understands if hero work gets in the way.

“Hey (Y/N), are we still good for tomorrow?”

“Yea. I wanted you to meet the whole family this time. The kids can’t wait to see their uncle again. We are going to go to the local park for a picnic if that’s ok?”

“Sounds like fun. I hope they didn’t miss me too much.”

“Oh, not too much. Natsuo might be a stick in the mud though, he’s a little moody lately but give him some time and he will be fine. I’d love to chat but I’m on a mission right now. I’m cooking a nice dinner for Enji to cheer him up. He still a little worried about me so I’m hoping this will help.”

“Say no more. Take care!”

After you hang up you look up to see Zaheer standing up now.

“What’s wrong, Zaheer?”

“I know we are having a good time today but can we talk about One for All. That phone call reminded me that I wanted to discuss it.”

“Normally I would just brush you off, but I know better. We need to talk about it.”

“The one thing I want to know is, what happened?”

“When I tried to control Deku’s body, I felt the past users. At first they were ok, but something clicked for them and they used everything they had to push me out. The problem is that the mind control doesn’t work that way so it was pushing a lot of energy back into me.”

“That was more energy than I have seen you eject before. I’m surprised you held on as long as you did without losing control.”

“I’m not going to lie, I almost did. It was so much but the only thing that kept me in control was trying to not hurt anyone. I guess I willed myself into holding it in.”

“Any idea why they wouldn’t want you in there?”

“I’m guessing it has something to do with you. You are a demon after all and they probably were trying to protect him from your energy.”

“That does make the most sense. They didn’t get much of a chance for you to explain what was going on. The only other thing I wonder about is why so hard to judge. They must have seen you before from inside of the boy.”

“That I still question but I don’t want to worry about it too much. Like I said before, it’s probably because there is a demon inside of me.”

“What about him? I known you felt that man durning the mind control.”

“That’s what really scares me. I don’t know why I would feel him inside of Deku. It probably is just me though, something to do with me being forced out.”

“You’re probably right. Changing the subject. All that cooking you’re doing is making me hungry. Any samples?”

“You like a giant kid.” You say rolling your eyes. “Here. I baked a bunch of  these cream puffs. Some are for dinner and the others were for later but if you want it you can have some.”

“Really?”

“I have to make you feel special too. Go ahead.”

Zaheer takes the cat shaped pastries off of the plate, freshly filled, and eats all of them in a single bite. “You really know how to cook, these are delicious!”

“You should know, you live inside of me.” You laugh and continue on your culinary endeavors to finish the last of the meal. Right as it is about to be dinner you worry a little that Enji won’t make it home in time. You don’t dwell on it though, Enji sometimes is late because of hero work. You’re about to start packing the meal away when the phone rings and you see it’s Enji. “Maybe he’s running late and I can teleport him the food.” You think as you answer.

“Hey big guy, how’s your day going?”

“Good afternoon, (Y/N).”

You freeze. You know that voice from anywhere. Zaheer must have heard it as well because he is standing again. Your mind starts racing between many things: the past, where is he, how did he find you, why does he have Enji’s phone?

“W…what….how…?”

“I’m sorry to scare you, but I just wanted to say hello.”

“Why would I want to say hello to the man who tortured me?”

“If you turn on the TV, maybe you’ll listen.”

You look at Zaheer who turns the TV on. Once the screen lights up, you see half the screen with the smiling man on Enji’s phone while the other half shows Enji himself. He is tied up and hanging from chains, attached to each his limbs. There is blood dripping from the left side of his face but you can’t see it, his head is face down. He is covered in cuts and bruises and not a single flame to be seen.

“ENJI!” Is all you manage to scream.

“Now will you listen?”

“What do you want?!”

“Oh, that’s simple. I want my test subject back.”

“What?”

“In exchange for Endeavor’s life, I want you.”

“But…”

“Oh and don’t worry. You can trust me to let him go if you come. I’ll text you where to meet. Come alone, well as alone as you can be with a demon inside of you.” *click* Now the TV just shows Enji.

“Enji…..no……” You are standing completely still as you look at screen. Enji is breathing, but it’s slow and he isn’t moving.

“We have to save him.”

“I know but how are you going to do that?”

“That man wouldn’t be stupid enough to do this alone. DAMN IT! Why did they have to take Enji. Anyone else but him.” You say as you start to curl down into the fetal position, trying to hold it together.

“(Y/N), look.”

You look back up and see Enji’s hands moving. At first you think something must be causing him pain to move them like that. Then you begin to recognize that the movements are deliberate on their motions, it’s sign language.

“He’s trying to tell me something. Since when could he do that?”

“I taught him in his off time. He thought it would be useful to learn silent communication.”

“Zaheer, what is he saying?”

“He just says, ‘help’.”

“He must really be in trouble, we have to save him, please!” You plead.

“I know, he is still marked so I know right where he is.”

That’s when you get a phone call. “What?” Is all you answer.

“(Y/N), it’s All Might. I’m watching the TV right now.”

“Then you know I’m going to save Enji.”

“No! You can’t yourself. Let other hero’s help. Do you have any idea who you’re dealing with.”

“Yes. He is the man who put Zaheer inside of me and tortured me. This is my battle. He started it over 30 years ago, I’m ending it now.”

Right before you hang up, all you hear is All might say “What?! But that’s A….” Zaheer goes back inside of you, you change into your hero costume and you disappear in a blue flash.

Next Chapter

[honeye]

Okay @darylstorey I'll give ya everything I got for the Gar-grunk!

Ford was the first one to learn how to fly when they were young, making pops proud as always. Stan was once kinda overtook with jealousy and refused Ford's help on learning how to do it and tried on his own. He had no idea how, how high he could go and that, for instance, rock is way too much eavyer and fragile than what Ford is. He tried to jump off the lighthouse over the beach, he fell right into the ocean with a big splash. It's a miracle he survived and that's where he got his first scars.

He never flies, he's scared of heights and always will be until he actually has to do it to save his skin after he's been kicked out. Need a quick shortcut? Better than dying I guess. Over the years he made his fair amount of falls and cracks, he knew he could fix those with gold but it was getting harder and harder to find, at first he got his slice my making shady jobs but over the time he just kinda got tired of doing that, what's the point of keeping himself from crumbling to pieces right?

One day he receives Ford's card. A new reason to keep going! He uses all his remaining gold to pay for gas and runs straight to Oregon, weak and almost falling apart, but this is nothing if it means seeing his brother again.

Then the fight. His brother didn't even care about his scars, he was litterally losing pieces all over the floor and ford didn't even ask him how he was doing? The fight was pretty intense, to the point where Ford shoves him into the wall, the Magic burning simbol only amplifies the damage and his wing crumbles unter all the pressure and the strength Ford put into the kick.

It hurt, it hurt like nothing Stan has ever felt. He was weak, he had nothing to stitch himself up with, his wing shattered on the floor, he could see the golden bones under it. He was hurt both phisically and emotionally, he almost didn't realized he had pushed his twin into the portal.

Now he's there, in front of him a cold soulless portal who took away all that was left for him.

Ford didn't deserve to end like this, he was the better twin, he was everything he could never be... He needed to bring him back.

But first, he needed to stitch himself up. Thank goodness the other citizens had never seen his brother into town, all they knew was he had wings, well, kinda.

He started running the mystery shack to earn gold and keep his pieces togheter, he had a new reason to not let himself shatter into pieces, not because he cared about his well being, but because he couldn't let himself die without making sure his brother was alive and safe in the house he was currently living in.

The twins came around after so many Years, they are so small and fragile, he needs to protect them like he used to do with his own brother when he was young. He would give his life for them.

Stan usually covers his wing with some kind of sheet and rope, like one would cover an old umbrella or something, Noone can see how badly demaged his wing his. It's a sign of weakness, he can't show anyone how weak he actually is. He needs to be strong, just for a little linger.

The first time the twins see the shattered wing is durning ScaryOke, in the rush of the moment Stan had forgotten to cover it up so save the twins from the zombies.

Dipper tries not to ask any questions and Stan tries to hide it when the waters had calmed and they shut themselves up into their room to read the invisible ink from the journal.

Mabel, on the other hand. Can't stop looking at them with a worried expression.

After the whole zombie thing.... Things get kinda awkward, Dipper now understands why his grunkle was hiding his wing this whole time, Mabel.... She doesn't ask questions, but tries to stay much closer to her grunkle as much as possible, lots of comforting and hugging from both twins. At first Stan is against it, he doesn't need hugs! But then.... He actually let's himself go and enjoyies as Mabel tries to find new ways to make his wings look Badass and fix them with Paper, lots of glue and stickers.

Then the portal reopens, Ford comes out of it and first thing he does is, as Canon, punch Stan in the Face. The jerk. Only after the damage he's done he notices the little rocks falling on the ground from his brother face.

Ford looks at Stan, his Body is covered on thin lines of gold, way too many since last time he has seen him, right? He didn't actually get much time to fully look at him last time.... Especially after the -

Ford eyes fall into his brother wing, now way too obvious not to notice.

The golden skeleton shining against the portal light, he wants to apologies, but the Rage he felt just moment before still lies into his lungs, so instead of a quiet sorry what cames out of it is a frustrated roar that turns into a scolding to his twin.

Apologies can wait, what his twin has done has put everyone in danger. EVEN HIMSELF! How can Stan be so selfish and careless?! (Shut the **** up Ford)

Things are awkward, Stan decides not to hide his wing anymore cuz it hurt Mabel to see him do that, he needed to make the twins feel like they were trusted.Ford, on the other hand, he tried to cover his broken wing with his good one everytime they crossed path, feeling ashamed of his own weakness. This only increases Ford sense of guilt toward his twin.

After Weirdmagetton Ford makes him a substitute wing, something like what Hiccup makes for Toothless in how to train your dragon, u kno?

He might not be able to fly with it, but at least he won't feel ashamed by it anymore.

Stan will showoff his new wing anytime he could, opening them up as he stretches and as he fights, feeling proud and secure for the first time in a long long time.

Ford still feels so guilty about it, he apologies everytime it crosses his mind, wich is a lot of times.

[cali-holland]

Friends or More?- Harrison Osterfield One Shot

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield X Reader

Requested by anon: Hi your writing is so cute!! Can you please do an imagine with Harrison where the reader is the boys best friend and staying with them durning quarantine, and she’s had a crush on Harrison forever but has never told anyone but the boys start to see it and try to force her to admit it? And maybe Haz overheard and spills his feelings too? Thank you sm in advance

Prompt: Quarantine with your crush/best friend- is it everything you’ve ever wanted or is it your worst nightmare?

Word Count: 1700

Warnings: maybe swearing??

Masterlist   Harrison Osterfield Masterlist

*Pic is not mine*

~~~

If there was one thing you had learned from living with Harrison, Tom, Harry, and Tuwaine for the past year, it was that everyday was a new adventure- and quarantining together only amplified that experience of basically consistent chaos. You weren’t complaining about that part though because they were your best friends and you enjoyed their company, but some days you hated your living situation. Those days were the days when Harrison would just hang around the house shirtless or when he wouldn’t leave your side all day or when he’d just look too damn good- which is pretty much every day. It was a blessing and a curse. This was all mainly because your crush on Harrison was growing exponentially with every day in quarantine, and, not wanting to ruin your friendship with him or the other boys, you suppressed those feelings. 

“Hey, Y/N,” Harrison said, leaning up against your bedroom’s door frame one afternoon.

“Yes?” You hummed as you looked up at him from your laptop in front of you. You bit back a sigh, realizing that today would be another one of those rough days- he had decided to show up randomly in your room, in nothing but loose basketball shorts.Fri

“I was going to do an Instagram live. Wanna join me?” He asked with a hopeful smile.

“Um, sure.” You replied. Harrison never really invited you to join his lives beforehand- he’d always just shout at you to come over once the camera was rolling.

“Sweet, see you outside in like five minutes?” He didn’t give you time to reply before he ducked out of your room, hopefully to go put a shirt on- you didn’t want to think of the chaos he’d create from streaming shirtless.

You cleaned yourself up a little bit, wanting to look presentable because you knew fans would be recording and screenshotting bits of the live, and you made your way downstairs and outside. Harrison smiled at you as you stepped out onto the back patio. You were thankful he had the decency to actually put on a shirt, you weren’t sure if you could handle an Instagram live with that sort of distraction.

“Did you invite the others?” You asked, sitting in a chair beside him while he set up his phone. You noticed he had a couple water bottles already sitting on the table with some snacks, and you wondered just how long he expected this live to be- but yet again, it’s not like you had anything better to do.

“Yeah, they’ll come out when they can. I think Tom and Harry are working on their script, and Tuwaine’s facetiming family.” Harrison explained, “Are you ready?”

“Yep.” You nodded and he started the live. He had his phone propped up on one of those outdoor napkin holders, but it didn’t do much to actually get the two of you in the picture. You laughed as he tried to adjust it, “I’m not even in it, you div.”

“I’m trying!” He whined, but no matter how he angled his phone he couldn’t get it to have you both in the frame, and your chair was already right beside his, so there was no getting closer- or so you thought. He offered, casually, “Sit on my lap.”

“What?” You asked, not sure if you heard him properly.

“Come here.” Harrison grabbed your hands in his, pulling you closer to him with a laugh. You stood from your chair as he tugged you into his lap. You sitting in his lap wasn’t an uncommon occurrence; in fact, you sat in his lap just yesterday as he walked you through how to play Call of Duty. It just wasn’t a common occurrence to be so touchy on an livestream. With your back pressed to his chest, his arms went around your waist to scroll through some of the comments, “Wanna answer questions?”

“It’s your live.” You teased.

“So we’ll answer questions.” He laughed, the vibrations came through his chest to your back and made you blush. “First one, ‘are you two dating?’ Well, no, we are not.”

“Just friends.” You added, even though you felt your heart hurt at the words. You could’ve sworn you felt Harrison tense a little underneath you, but he laughed it off. 

“They always think we’re dating.” He said quietly, as if he didn’t want the phone to pick it up. You had to admit it was a common thing that the fans asked because, well, you definitely weren’t as touchy with, say, Tom as you were with Harrison. You thought nothing more of it as Harrison continued with a few more questions. “‘Is Monty there?’ No, he’s back home with my family.”

“I miss him. He’s clearly the superior Osterfield.” You joked.

“Hey,” He pouted, squeezing your arms lightly, “We both know I’m your favorite.”

“No, that’s me.” Tom laughed, coming out into the backyard to join the livestream. He stood behind Harrison’s chair and leaned down so he could be in the camera.

“You can’t be the superior Osterfield.” Harrison stated.

“Can I be the superior Holland?” He asked.

“Tessa’s the superior Holland and Monty’s the superior Osterfield.” You said, definitively. “You two can be second best.”

“‘Who’s the superior roommate?’” Harrison laughed, reading off another question on the live. “Clearly it’s me.”

“It’s absolutely me.” Tom argued.

“I’m not satisfying that with an answer.” You replied, shaking your head at them.

“C’mon, it’s totally me.” The blonde smiled as he held you tight against his chest. You couldn’t help the small blush that found its way onto your cheeks- damn Harrison for being so cute.

“Next question!” You changed the topic, scrolling back through the livestream feed. There were a few comments that gave you butterflies- ‘Y/N and Haz are so cute together’, ‘can they date already and adopt me’, ‘I ship it #Y/NandHazforever’, and “they’re so in love’. You froze reading that last comment, what the hell was Harry playing at commenting that?

It wasn’t until a couple days later that you felt like finally confronting Harry over it. Honestly, you had been dying to ask why he’d comment that, but you couldn’t ever find a time when it was just you and him. That was until today at least.

“Hey, Harry, can I talk to you about something?” You asked him, quietly coming into the study where he was alone, working on editing some pictures while he waited for Tom to return from a phone call.

“Yeah, what’s up?” He replied casually, and you fiddled with your fingers nervously.

“Well, you remember when Haz and I did that live the other day?” You started, and he nodded, wondering where this was going, “I just wanted to ask you about your comment.”

“It was just a joke.” Harry laughed, “You two are so blind though, I thought you wouldn’t see it.”

“Blind?”

“Y/N, you and Haz have been sending each other heart eyes back and forth for months now.” He explained, still sort of laughing, as you stood there, blushing and confused. “I mean you’re so in love with him, it’s obvious.”

“What? Harry, that’s-“ You stopped when Tom reentered the room.

“What’d I miss?” Tom asked, taking his seat at the table beside Harry.

“Y/N’s lying about being in love with Harrison.” Harry stated, making Tom laugh.

“You’ve both got it bad. It’s just funny to watch the two of you act around it.” The older Holland chuckled as he shook his head.

“I’m not-“

“You’re in love with Harrison.” Both boys said simultaneously.

“So what if I am?” You caved out of annoyance. “He definitely doesn’t feel the same, no matter what you two say.” You turned to leave without another word, and you jumped when you saw Harrison standing in the frozen hallway, blue eyes wide. You ducked your head down, rushing past him to go hide in your room for probably the rest of your life.

You’d just admitted that you loved your best friend, and he overheard it- you were too embarrassed to try to think about ever speaking to him, Tom, or Harry again. Hearing a knock at your door, you couldn’t bring yourself to get up and acknowledge it. Instead, you just groaned, hiding your face in your pillow, wanting your bed to just swallow you up and erase you from existence.

“Go away.” You mumbled, hearing someone open your door and make their way into your room. You didn’t have to look to know it was Harrison. He wordlessly laid down in the bed right beside you, mimicking your current state.

“You’re not the only one embarrassed, you know.” He said softly, his words slightly muffled by the pillow. You turned your head to finally face him and found that he was already looking at you. “I’m so stupid, Y/N.”

“Haz, if you’re here to let me down easy, then just go. It’s alright, I’ll get over it.” You stated, trying to make him believe you, but not even you could trick yourself into trusting those words.

“No, it’s not alright. You love me, and I’m an idiot for not seeing it sooner. I’m in love with you, too, and I’m embarrassed that it took me so damn long to figure out that you feel the same.” Your breath caught in your throat; your best friend was lying in front of you, telling you he loves you.

“You’re really in love with me?” You asked.

“I’m really really in love with you.” He laughed lightly.

“Are you gonna kiss me or not then?” You smiled as he leaned in to kiss you. Maybe you should thank Harry for that stupid comment.

[maturemenoftvandfilms]

The King Of Character Actors

CHAPTER NINE: Studs

Featuring Charles Durning, Dolph Sweet.

Back in 1979, I was working on the set of the TV mini-series Studs Lonigan which had just finished filming. I was invited to the wrap party for the mini-series and since I was there stag, I head over to the bar. I couldn’t keep my eyes from flickering from one old man’s face to another as I threaded through the crowd. I saw a blue-eyed daddy with solid white hair, a bald daddy with dark brown eyes and daddies of all hair conditions and eye color in between. If nothing else, I would have a good time just chatting with the bartenders and admirer the guys in between.

After a few drinks, I notice someone walk up beside me at the bar and when I peek over, I notice its Charles Durning. The white haired man looked to be fifties and a little chubby. His face was round and clean-shaven with a beautiful set of sparkling blue eyes. He was exactly the type of guy to ask out on a date. I suddenly wished he would wrap his arms around me and huge me. Suddenly, he notices me undressing him with my mind as gets his drink, gives me a nod and excused himself.

Needing a smoke, I decided find a spot, so I left the party. When I got around the corner, headed for a near by door I found slightly ajar. I should have knocked, but for some reason, I didn’t. I just stuck my head inside thinking no one would be in there. But what I saw caused my heart to skip a beat. There in a corner was some guy blowing actor Dolph Sweet of all people.

I watched as the old man guided the guy's head up and down his cock. I couldn’t believe my eyes as the guy swallowed inch after inch of the old actor's cock down his throat until his lips were pressed against the crotch of his slacks. My dick stirred to life immediately. I even reached down and started rubbing myself through the fabric of my slacks as I spied on the husky actor as the guy continued his job on thick cock. I don’t know how long I stood outside peeking inside, but it was too long.

“What in Hell are you doing!”

I turned around and there was Charles Durning standing behind me. Then before I could answer him he grabbed me by the back of the neck and pushed me inside the room. Dolph and the guy hearing us turned around and spotted us.

“Ah... ah...” I started trying to explain but just didn’t know what to say.

We stared at each other dick for a long moment. Then he put his arm around me and whispered in my ear, "You're gay aren’t you?"

I was sort of taken aback, but answered with a "yes."

He then said smiling that charming smile of his, "Good, good. Come on in."

“Couldn't wait till I was finished with this one?” Dolph called out as he continued mouth fucking the other guy.

At this point I noticed Mr. Durning's hand was reaching inside his slacks past his belly. I knew he was rubbing his cock which was showing signs of a hard on. It was no use hiding my hard cock. It was at full staff as I the current events started to take affect on me. Charles stared down at me, smiled and unzipped his pants before reaching inside with one hand and pulling out a pale cock.

"Now, suck me off.” He said in a tone of voice full of authority. I couldn’t have refused if I had wanted to. I couldn’t believe that I was about to suck Charles Durning's dick, but it was happening! I dropped to my knees in front of the suited actor, grabbed his huge pale cock in one hand and guided it to my mouth. The thing was bigger than I imagined. And as I tongued the delicious head of his cock, I glanced up into his blue eyes. I enjoyed him looking down at me as I sucked the head of his cock.

"Shit, that feel good." He called out as he began to hunch me with his hips sending his fat cock in and out of my mouth.

After a minute or two of me licking and bobbing on Charles' hard cock, he said, "Now kid, get behind him and fuck him."

Though I'd prefer sticking my cock one of these two actors instead of this guy, but the whole situation already had me rock hard and ready to fuck anyone. My 7" thick cock slid in with no resistance. I knew then and there that this guy had been doing more than just sucking cocks. In a few minutes, I had the guy moaning and by By now, I could tell Dolph was about to cum as I noticed the strained look on his face.

I couldn't take anymore and began slamming my cock hard into this guy. He stopped sucking Dolph to scream and I saw stream after stream of the actor's cum pump onto his face. And with my cock buried deep into this guy, I pumped a full load of cum into his warm ass.

I was slowly pulling out when Dolph got up, pulled me aside and aligned his sausage to the guy's gaping asshole. I moved aside and watched as the tip of the old cock was rubbed against his soaking ass crack. The guy began to rock back against the old man's cock until it was finally wet enough for Dolph to push in, penetrating and stretching the guy's hole.

Hearing movement behind me, I turned to see Charles stepping out of his slacks. Seeing the guy fucked a second time had given him a raging hardon as he led me onto the couch next to where his co-star was fucking. Dolph was really enjoying himself at this point as he was pounding away toward his second nut.

Suddenly, Charles pushed me down and was beginning to lick and suck my cock. It was still covered with cum from the fucking. He seemed to relish the sucking even more as he cleaned my cock and balls. He then raised my legs and began licking my asshole. What an incredible feeling. I'm not sure who was squealing more, me or the other guy.

A moment later, Charles had stopped licking my asshole, but was still lifting my legs in the air. I was about to be fucked and I didn't know what to think. I was hot and delirious and I wasn't about to stop him.

"Give it to me. Fuck me." I called out. The sight of his huge cock was too much for me. I need it inside me.

"Please fuck me." I begged as I could feel his cock head massaging the opening of my ass.

"Bet you've been fucked a thousand time you're such a wild one." The old man said as he quickly moved forward and pressed the head of his monster cock against the my asshole.

"Here comes ready or not." He said as he grabbed my ankles and forced his cock into me. It was a mixture of pain and extreme pleasure as I could feel his balls against my ass.

"Now, I am going to give you a fucking like only Old Charlie can." The old man said when he finally had all his cock stuffed inside my old asshole. And with those words he pulled his cock part ways out and then rammed it savagely back to the bottom of my asshole.

I cried out and moaned as he slowly began to pump my ass with his cock. He sped up until he matched the rhythm of Dolph fucking the other guy. The scene excited me so much that my dick started dripping precum and I knew that I was going to shoot off without even touching myself. Before long my asshole quiver and became spastic as I shot off. And still the old goat fucked me ever harder and faster. Side by side, Dolph and the other guy on the floor, Charles and I on the couch, pumping their own respective pussies. The two old men were continuing to speed up and they were close to emptying their seed.

Suddenly I was screaming, "fuck me" over and over again. And as if it were planned, they both began to jerk.

"Yea, take my cock. You got a good ass. A damn good, hot ass. Oh God, it is too good. I am losing it. Oh, I am losing it." The old man cried out as I could feel the warm cum filling my insides.

His hot load of cum throw me into a fit that left me weak and disorientated as he let his cock finish emptying into me.

The four of us lay in a heap for several moments. Charles was the first one to get up, slowing pulling out of my ass. Dolph was doing the same as everyone was exhausted from the fuck fest. He glanced down at me in a strange way before asking, “You ain’t going to say anything about this are you, kid?”

I shook my head. Then Charles rolled on top of me and started deep kissing me as he grabbed my balls and squeezed them so hard that it felt like he was crushing them.

“You damn sure better not!” He said when he stopped kissing me.

[whattodowithace]

What Neighbors Are For (Donghun)

Title: What Neighbors Are For

Pairing: Donghun (A.C.E) x Reader

Genre: Spice 

Word Count: 1.9K Words

Writer: Whattodowithkpop

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Moving was not something new to me. I had moved many times before and had gotten efficient at packing and unpacking my things. The new apartment I was moving into was definitely on the nicer side, much nicer than any place I’ve lived in before. I had become successful in my job and was able to move to the nicer side of town in an upper level apartment. It didn’t take me long to unpack and get my things in the places I wanted them. It was still early afternoon by the time I had finish organizing my new living space and now I had the pleasure of standing at my wall to wall windows, watching the bustling city below me. I smile as I sip on my warm tea, already enjoying the peace and tranquility I felt in this space. My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. I walk through my living room to reach the door. I check the peephole to see a man standing in front of my door, smiling brightly with a basket in his hand. I open the door, greeting the man warmly.

“Hello, my name is Donghun.” The man introduces himself with a sweet smile. “I heard you just moved in and wanted to welcome you to the apartment complex.” He hands me the basket full of fresh looking fruits.

“Oh, thank you so much!” I exclaim before introducing myself.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Donghun says as he bows. “I live right next door.” He points towards the door just to my left.

“Oh that’s great!”I smile at him. “It’s really nice to meet you.”

Donghun nods, the smile still remaining on his face. “I’m so sorry, but I have to go. It was a bit of a rushed introduction.”

“No, that’s fine.” I wave my hand, emphasizing how fine it actually was. “I appreciate this basket and your time.” Donghun waves with a smile as he begins to walk towards the elevators. I bring the basket to my kitchen, placing it gently on the counter. I grab one of the apples, running it under some warm water before taking a bite out of it. The juice shoots through my tastebuds, a sweet flavor overtaking my sense of taste. I smile as I look at the pretty fruit, thanking my new neighbor in my head. I smile as I think of how nice he was, making me thankful I didn’t have a rude next door neighbor. I spend the rest of the evening relaxing in the evening light of my new living room, excited for the next chapter of my life to start.  

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It had been a few months since I had moved in to my new apartment. I was able to work in peace and then enjoy the orange sunsets that shine through my windows. I hadn’t really left the apartment except for late night grocery runs, not having a lot of time durning the work hours.

It was noon when I hear a knock on my door, causing me to jolt in my seat. I wasn’t expecting anyone and was currently typing up a presentation for work, so I ignored it, pushing up my glasses to continue typing away on my keyboard. I hear the doorbell ring a few moments later, making me crunch my nose in confusion. I raise from my chair, shuffling through my apartment to get to my door. I look through the peephole to see my neighbor, Donghun, tapping his foot to a rhythmic beat that must have been playing in his head. I wince when I look down at my appearance, seeing my baggy house clothes. I sigh out, opening the door just a crack to peak my head out.

“Hey.” He smiles brightly. “Sorry to bother you. I went to get my mail and the landlord was worried since you haven’t got yours in awhile.” He holds up a stack of envelops and holds them out towards me.

“Oh!” I exclaim, opening the door fully to take the mail. “Thank you so much. I get really busy and forget to grab it.”

“No, it’s fine.” He chuckles. “It was on my way anyway.”

“I really appreciate it.” I smile at him. “Thanks again.” He smiles as he nods a goodbye and makes his way into his own apartment.

Now, every once in awhile, I would get visits from Donghun, bringing my mail that had piled up over the days I hadn’t gotten to it. There were many times where I was too busy with work to come to the door, so I ended up giving him my apartment code so he didn't have to waste his time waiting when no one was coming. It got to the point where he would knock once and only wait for a short while before letting himself in to place the mail on the counter. It was a big help to me and I thanked him for it on multiple occasions. I would thank him by offering to buy dinner for him. However, we were both so busy that it was usually just a cup of ramen together with some small talk. It wasn’t that often, but I always enjoyed the nights we were able to occupy each other’s company, even for just a short while.

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It was the late evening and the sun was setting over the skyscrapers, setting a soft lighting in my living room. I had just finished my work and was ready to take a shower and wind down for the evening. I took a long shower, feeling the hot water run down my body relaxing my sore muscles from sitting and typing all day. I didn’t realize how long the shower was until I looked outside, seeing the sun had set behind the buildings, only the lights from the city illuminating my room. I grab my white robe from my bed, tying it loosely around my waist. I blow dry my hair and begin my nightly routine. I grab the empty cup that sat on my night table, the one I use for water if I happen to awaken any time during the night, I hum a quiet tune as I step out of my room, entering the living room and kitchen area. I look out towards the window to see the city lights, still humming as I ruffled through my hair. I place the cup on the coffee table so I could admire the lights before getting my water and heading to bed.

“I didn’t realize you were awake.” I hear a voice speak up, making me whip my head to my kitchen.

There stood Donghun, smiling mischievously next to a stack of envelopes that he had just placed on my counter.

“Donghun!” I gasp, pulling my robe tighter against my upper body. “What are you doing here?”

“I didn't mean to catch you in this situation.” Donghun chuckles, seeming very relaxed in this awkward situation. “I came to drop off your mail. I knocked, but figured you were sleeping so I let myself in.”

“Oh…” I trail off, feeling myself fidget as I shuffle my feet. “Thank you, for bringing my mail all the time.”

“Of course.” He smiles as he begins his journey to the door. “By the way.” He turns to look at me again, his smile becoming more and more like a smirk. “I think you should be careful what you wear when you greet your neighbors.” I squeak involuntarily, feeling my stomach do flips as I look into Donghun’s eyes.

“I wasn’t expecting company.” I mumble quietly, feeling nervous, but also anticipating his next move. “It’s really soft. Do you want to feel it?” I blurt out the question, before really thinking about the consequences of my words. I quickly cover my mouth with my hands, trying to suppress the small gasp that I release from my own words.

“Is that an invitation, Princess?” He asks with a quirk of his eyebrow, making my heart rise to my throat.

I try to speak, but no sound comes out. Donghun begins to make his way closer to me, not once taking his eyes off mine. My hand holds tightly to the white material over my body, right above my chest, giving me the chance to feel the quick palpitations of my heart. Donghun stands in front of me, his smile a full smirk at this point as he looks down at me.

“Let’s see how soft it is then.” He whispers as he reaches his right hand out to rest on my waist. My breath hitches as I hold the material tighter, not moving a single muscle. He places his other hand on my waist, his thumbs rubbing circles over the soft fabric.

He breathes out heavily before asking. “Can I, please, kiss you?”

I nod, knowing I wouldn’t be able to give a verbal queue to save my life. The slightest nod of my head had him pushing his head forward to mine, his right hand moving to the back of my neck, pulling me closer. My hands leave my robe, wrapping them around his neck to give me a a slight leverage so I didn’t have to stand on my tip toes.

Donghun uses his left hand to push my waist slightly, making my legs hit the couch. My body falls on it while Donghun looks down at me. He bends his knee to rest on the couch in between my legs. He leans down to reattach our lips his hands going to my hips, applying slight pressure showing his neediness. The kiss was slow and heavy, both of us breathing through our nose so we could stay lip locked longer.

Donghun carefully lays me down across the couch, crawling above me but not once leaving my lips. His knees rest against my hips, keeping me stationed right where he wanted me. He breaks the kiss so he can occupy his lips across my neck. Kissing the expanse of my throat and leaving small bites in sensitive spots, causing my breath to hitch. His lips drag against my skin down to my collarbones that revealed themselves due to the shifting of my robe.

He bites my collarbone, drawing a squeak from me. He chuckles from the sound, his breath fanning across my neck. He lifts himself from my neck, hovering over me to look into my eyes. He smirks as he sees my disheveled state as I continue to breath deeply.

“Is this what you do with all of your neighbors?” I ask through my labored breathing as I pull my robe closer to me again.

“Just the ones I bring mail to.” He jokes as he twirls the robe’s tie around his fingers.

I reach my arm around his neck, running my fingers through his hair. He tenses at the feeling making me smirk. I sit up slightly, resting my body on my elbow as I lean up to him. I tug at his hair lightly, causing him to groan out and lift his head slightly, giving me access to his neck.

I give him a small kiss on his neck before kissing over his jaw to his mouth. I take over this kiss keeping my fingers in his hair while he rests his left hand on my waist.

I pull away from him slightly, our lips still bushing against each other. “Do you want to stay over for ramen?” I whisper.

“Absolutely.” He whispers back before leaning forwards to start another kiss.

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[apenapaperandadoofus]

Hey! Can I request the Obey Me brothers with a huge tsundere MC, like MC will fluster easily and sometimes hit her crush if they're saying too many embarrassing things, but soften up if they're alone with them

Sure!

Obey Me brothers with tsundere MC!

Lucifer:

At first he honestly has no freaking idea what’s going on

But once he learns that you will act like that when you’re flustered

He’ll think it’s kind of cute

When you confessed to him he tried his best not to laugh

“L-Lucifer listen...I-I...really like you...”

He loved the expression you were making

Your face red and trying to look anywhere that wasn’t him

He will chuckle and you will do a little HEY

But then he will move closer to you and kiss you

He will be the one who teases you the most after that

He’ll sometimes whisper embarrassing things when you’re eating dinner

Or kiss you in front of everyone

Just to see you turn red and stutter

But also to let everyone know that you’re his

When you’re alone, if you get flustered and try to hit him

Oh boy

He will quickly take your hand and pin you against the wall

“Want to try that again?”

Then he will do anything in his power to make you a stuttering mess

Unable to even say your name

He will tease you until you end up begging for him

Afterwards when you’re cuddling he will also whisper such sweet things

And that’s when you will soften up a bit

He loves it that it’s only with him that you act like that

That you let your walls down

It’s honestly very cute! (And probably very kinky lmao)

Mammon:

Oh boy

Honestly it took SO FREAKING long for you two to actually make a move on each other

That’s what happens when you put two tsunderes together lmao

Honestly your relationship makes the brothers just question the whole universe

Whenever something sweet slips out of Mammon’s lips you will turn read and hit him

Which will make HIM turn read and act as if the compliment he just gave you wasn’t really a compliment

You’re both very stubborn

So you probably argue a lot

But it’s not like bad arguing, it’s like playful arguing?

The brothers are just in the corner like 👁👄👁

Then one day when you were in his room, you finally mustered up the courage to confess your feelings for him

“L-listen Mammon...you’re a big idiot. You’re the biggest idiot of them all. Sometimes I’m so surprised by how much of an idiot you are” you say

“H-HEY WHAT THE HELL?!”

“But even though you’re the most idiotic person I have met...I like you...you’re actually really kind...and when you try to you can be nice...you’re still an idiot though...and...I want you to be...MY idiot....”

He just stares at you dumbfounded

And then he turns red and nervously smirks

“HA! Of course you’d eventually fall for the Great Mammon! I mean who could resist this?! Ah BUT HEY! I’m still not an idiot...but... h-honestly...I may...likeyoutoo”

Then you both blush! But after you shyly smile and so the relationship begins!

After you get together you aren’t so...tsuder-y anymore

And you both spend all the time you can together!

Leviathan:

So my boy Levi is also a tsundere

But like the Hallmark version

He will become quickly flustered

But he lets his guard down way earlier into the relationship

He has played many otome games

So he’s pretty familiar with the tsundere character

So whenever you get flustered he will say that you remember him if this character

And he will tease you saying you’re such a tsundere

But then you spend more time with him

And every time you go to his room to play a game or talk, he ends up seeing a different side of you

He loves it when you get so competitive durning the games

And the little dance you do when you win

One night, he presses pause in a game you where playing

“Hey what the hell dude?! I was just beating your ass!” You smirk

He turns to you with a serious expression

“Y/n....I like you. Like...REALLY like you. I-I may even like you more than Ruri-Chan”

That’s how you know he’s serious

You turn red and look the other way

Levi gets kind of nervous, he doesn’t know if you’ll reject him

And just when he’s expecting the worst (getting a kick in the face probably -the poor boy is traumatized-)

You turn to him

“I, I like you too! Really! Like...it’s a like like...”

He gives you the goofiest smile ever and you continue playing games

But then you give him a kiss on the cheek

And that’s how you ended up with a flustered Levi ready to faint, and a winning streak of 44 lmao

Satan:

He’s very surprised

You will get him a gift but then claim that it means nothing?

Or you’ll go sit in the library with him but then say that it’s because you have nothing to do

Once he figures out that that’s how you act when you’re flustered

He thinks it’s adorable

Like Lucifer he loves teasing you

But in a more subtle way

You’ll be reading and he’ll accidentally brush his arm agains yours

Or will “find” something in your hair and try to get it off

He does it so he can see you turn red and look the other way

But the moment when he fell in love with you

Was when you were in the library

And you spoke to him softly telling him how much you actually liked Devildom

Or when you told him how much you liked the book he picked for you

There was also this time when you asked him to read for you, and you had the biggest smile on your face

That’s when he’ll realize

That he loves you

One day you’re in his room, he’s reading and you’re watching something on your phone

When he’ll put the book down

“Y/N”

You look up at him

“You’re the most amazing human I have ever met. You’re kind, sweet, brave, I could just go forever singing words of praise. The thing is...I have fallen in love with you.”

You stare at him dumbfounded

And then you tear up a bit and become red

“W-what was that for?!”

He smirks “did you not like my confession? Should I try again?”

“N-no! It was...ugh...I...I...I LIKE YOU TOO!”

He will move besides you and hug you close

After that you soften up a bit with him, but he still loves to make you flustered most of the times

He loves giving you little kisses since you make the cutest sounds

It’s really cute :D

Asmodeus:

He would flirt with you just to see you try to brush it off and become red in the face

He thought it was the cutest thing ever

Now Asmo flirts, a lot, BUT when he finds out how you react? Boy get ready for the time of your life

He will suddenly appear behind you and whisper in your ear

Or when you’re in the kitchen he will corner you and take something that was on the counter above you just to see you flustered

But he also loved it when you would be in his room

And you would be trying some products together

Then you let your guards down a bit

And he thought it was the most adorable thing ever

You swore you would never fall for such a flirt like Asmo

But then...you did

So you tried your best to avoid him

Asmo thought you were mad at him

But Satan just told him to give you some time

So he did

And one day when you were leaving the classroom

You saw him flirting with one of the demons at school

Asmo had him pinned and was talking about how he would like to get to know him better.

You were shocked

But I mean what were you expecting?

He was a flirt

Whenever he said those cheesy pick up lines to you he didn’t really mean them

He wanted to tease you that’s all

So you quickly left, tears on the corner of you eyes

Solomon saw everything and grabbed Asmo before he could go anywhere with that demon

He explained everything that happened and Asmo immediately felt guilty

He quickly went back to the house and opened your bedroom door

You glared at him

“The hell do you want?”

He was taken aback

He had never seen you so mad before

He quickly asked you why you were mad

You didn’t say anything

After a few minutes you sighed

“I guess it’s no use hiding it now. I saw you with that demon guy before....and...”

Asmo raised an eyebrow

“Why does that even matter? You got mad cuz I was flirting with him? Haha, why would you-”

“BECAUSE I LIKE YOU, YOU ASSHOLE!”

You instantly regretted your words and you looked somewhere else

Asmo was looking at you, a serious expression on his face

“Please just go...” you whispered

He quickly made his way to your bed and sat beside you

You didn’t say anything for a few minutes

Until he cupped your face in his hands and turned you to look at him

Then he kissed you

The kiss was soft, but then became a little rough as both of you couldn’t get enough of each other

You quickly pulled away and waved your hands frantically in front of you

“Hold up hold up, why did you just k-kiss me? What’s wrong with you?!

Asmo giggled. “Because I like you too Y/N”

“B-but why were you with that demon? You can’t just go around and-”

“I thought you didn’t want to have anything to do with me anymore. I honestly didn’t know what to do...I haven’t felt like this in a long time. So I thought the best way to forget you was to go for someone else...but I just couldn’t..”

You quickly hugged and kissed

Afterwards you two officially became a couple! Asmo loved seeing you turn red and always teased you by kissing you no matter the time or place

You would turn red and he would just smile thinking about how much he loves you.

Beezelbub:

He didn’t really mind that you were a tsundere

He would honestly get you flustered accidentally because of something cute he said

At first he just thought you didn’t like him

But then as you spent more time together

You showed different sides of yourself to him

And he loved it

Whenever you would give him food because you “accidentally” made too much his heart would go doki doki

Finally one day you confessed to him

You had baked him some cookies

And you confessed to him

He was pretty shocked

But then he smiled and pushed the cookies away (gasp, Beel turning away from food?!)

He hugged you

“Y/N, I like you too! You’re one of the few people I would give my food to!”

Not exactly the response you expected but it was the cutest thing ever

You ended up eating cookies together

He doesn’t really mind when you hit him cuz he doesn’t even feel it

He’s a beefy boy lmao

It’s just very nice!

Belphegor:

He didn’t like you at first

He thought that a lowly human like you shouldn’t act like that in front of some goddamn demons

When he started falling for you was when you got him a pillow

You said you accidentally bought two and that you didn’t really know what to do with it

He really liked it!

So he asked if you could online shopping for some pillows

You said yes and that’s how you spent most of the afternoon

That day he saw another side of you

he didn’t know you could actually be such a soft person

Finally the pillows came

And he invited you for a little slumber party

You had such a great time!

Until he fell on top of you

“Mmm...Y/N I’m actually feeling very sleepy...can we stay like this for a bit?”

You turned red but nodded.

As Belphie was falling asleep he felt you run your hands through his hair

You thought he was asleep

“Hm...Belphie you’re so cute....I really like you y’know?”

He quickly bolted up and pinned you down against his bed

“You do?”

You quickly turned red and struggled against his grip

“WHA?! I THOUGHT YOU WERE ASLEEP!!!”

He smiled and looked down at you “Y/N....I like you too, I’ve had a great time with you...”

He then buried his face in the crook of your neck and both of you feel asleep on top of each other

And then you became a couple! Tho all the things that you did was sleep lmao

[kibybun]

Bittersweet

Hawks x Reader Highschool and No Quirk au!

Tw: Abuse, starvation, angst, fluff

Enjoy!

Your heavy pants mix with the sound of the heavy rain beating onto the ground as you try and catch your breath. You didn't have time to as Keigo grabs your hands and smiles as he continues to jump and run around.

The sound of laughter was so pleasant in the silence. The rain had made you hair and clothes cling to you and the asphalt slick. Your pant legs get caught on each other causeing you to fall but you didn't care, you had Keigo to catch you.

You try to wipe some of the rain off his face as the two of you laugh and gasp for breath. Keigo settles for pushing your soaking hair out of your eyes. You giggle and pull away from him to check your phone.

You smile and hold it up to him, the bright screen showing the time as 11:11 pm.

"Eleven eleven! Make a wish!"

He pulls you close and spins. "I wish for this moment to never end!"

Annoying and rhythmic beeping awakes Keigo from his slumber. He yawns and stretches, turning off the alarm.

It was a school day and he wasn't too excited to get ready today. His body was shivering and aching. Maybe dancing in the rain wasn't the best idea he's ever had.

Nonetheless Keigo takes a hot shower and gets dressed in his school uniform. It had just come out of the drier so it warmed him up even more.

He walks out of his room and sees the whole house was a mess. He carefully tip toes his way around the mess, careful not to make noise or move anything out of place.

He makes it out the front door successfully making no noise and sighs in relief. Keigo basks in the sun for a moment before looking at your house on the right.

He had contiplated knocking on your door to walk with you like the two of you normally did but decided against it, knowing you had already left for school.

The walk to school was bland due to you not being there. You had always made him stop to appreciate the flowers every now and then or made him laugh with dumb jokes. But you'd always sneak off and disappear when the two of you arrive at school.

It's cute how you play hide and seek with him throughout the day.

Keigo arrives at school and heads to class knowing he'll see you there. You're normally late to every class but he manages to cover for you every time.

Today the teacher was preaching about grammar. It didnt intrest Keigo in the slightest but he knew you loved it so he played extra attention and took notes for you. He even left little doodles and jokes on the paper for when you studied.

"Pssst! Hey! What'd I miss?" Your sudden appearance next to him started him but he quickly regains his calm demeanor and smiles back.

"Nothing, I got it all written down for you."

"Aww Keigo, you're the sweetest!" Your sweet smile makes him blush and look away.

"Y-yeah, of course!" He hears you soft giggle as the paper on his desk disappears and reappears on your desk.

"Sorry I left without you, my mom had to work early and gave me a ride to school."

"Oh it's fine but I wish I could've ridden with you."

"Hehe maybe next time but you gotta be sure to wake up and not throw a fit!"

"That's only because you keep me up so late!"

"Well-"

"Keigo and (y/n). Care to stop disrupting the class?"

"Sorry Mrs. Johnson, we'll be quiet." Mrs. Johnson gives a strict nod before resuming the lesson.

Keigo holds back a snicker and lowers his head to his desk.

"Hehe I don't know how you deal with her."

"Hey! Keep your voice down dummy! I dont wanna get caught again." Your voice was now a whisper mixed with light laughter.

"Welp, I'll be quiet just so you don't get in trouble." He was slowly drifting off with a smile evident on his face.

"Really? It's only first period!" The last thing he saw was you adorable face before he drifted off to sleep.

Keigo wakes up to the school bell ringing and the murmur of his classmates. He lifts his head and wipes the drool from his face. Looking around he sees that everyone left quickly, leaving him by himself with the teacher.

"Hey, it's the end of the day and I dont want to stay here any longer so get out." Keigo was shocked by Mrs. Johnson's sudden annoyance with him but left quickly nonetheless.

While walking through the halls Keigo keeps his head down to look at his phone. He was texting you, telling to meet him at the cafe close by.

He was too infatuated with his phone to notice that he was bumping into people and pushing them aside.

Everyone scoffed but let it slide, knowing nothing they say would change his behavior.

Keigo mindlessly makes his way to the cafe and takes a seat it the far corner, his usual spot. He doesn't even look at the menu when he orders, just interrupting the waitress and ordering a cheap coffee and your favorite coffee.

But the waitress doesn't flinch or falter at his rudeness due to being used to it.

Keigo waits impatiently for the drinks and you to arrive. You always made time tic by faster somehow. Keigo would meet up with you around one pm then it'd suddenly be four pm but he didn't care.

It only made his time with you more precious.

His head shoots up as the soft chime of the bells attached to the door rings. Beneath the doorframe was you.

Keigo stands and waves you over even though he knows you know where he is. You happily wave back and make a beeline to your seat across from him.

"Heyo! Did you order already?"

"Yup! It should be here in a sec."

"Ok awesome!"

As if on cue the waitress comes over and sets down the drinks before leaving. You smile and inhale the sweet aroma before going to grab your cup.

Unfortunately you're clumsy and knock over Keigo's sending his hot coffee towards him, burning his hand.

"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!" You jump up and run to get napkins while Keigo stays and cradles his hand.

It stung badly but he masked it when you asked if it hurt. He doesn't like making you worry.

The coffee gets cleaned and the two of you sit and goof around. Nothing was particularly notable about what either of you said, it was just mindless fun.

"Aww getting sleepy?" You giggle and tease Keigo as he yawns and rests his head down on the table.

"Hehe maybe... you should nap with me." He finished his sentence with a yawn.

"Mmmm no... I got homework to do." You place your head on his head and play with his hair a little. "I can help you with yours if you want."

"Nah..." Keigo grabs your hand and brings it to his lips to mumble a few more incoherent words before falling asleep.

This time it was the soft chime of the bells above the doorframe that woke him up. Admittedly, it was a lot more pleasant then the aggressive school bell or the annoying alarm but it was still tedious he had to wake up.

Keigo checks his phone for the time and stays to leave the cafe. It was still relatively early but he was just so tired.

As soon as Keigo entered his room he layed down and fell asleep. It was a dreamless slumber but it put his body at ease from the aching hunger he felt.

This time, instead of an annoying alarm it was loud shuffling that disrupted his sleep. It was about twenty minutes earlier than his alarm would go off.

Confused, Keigo carefully exits his room to find the noise coming from the kitchen. There he sees his mother shamelessly shoving the little food in the kitchen into a big plastic bag.

"Mom?" His voice made her flinch before she realized it was him.

"Oh! Keigo sweetheart, don't tell your father about this ok?"

He wants to beg her to take him with her but he knows her life would only lead to more dispare for him.

"You... you should be more quiet not to wake him up."

"Oh, thank you my sweet boy!" Her words were empty praise and she quickly took everything else in the little kitchen and left.

Another hungry day for him.

He doesn't see you until lunch this time which was odd because he has every class with you.

He was sitting under the tree in the back of the school when lunch started. It was his usual spot that you'd join him at. It was especially beautifully as the cherry blossom petals fluttered around durning mid spring.

"Hey! Still no lunch today?" You plop down next to him and lean back against the bark. Keigo sends a lazy but happy look your way before answering.

"Nope. I ate a big breakfast so I'll be fine." It was a lie, he hated lying to you, but he hated seeing worry on your face.

"Well, I brought extra if you get hungry!" You use your chopsticks to pick up a piece of fruit from your meal and eat it.

Keigo was envious of your food but he'd never take your food away.

His head slowly lands on your shoulder as you eat.

"C'mon! Don't you dare fall asleep on me!" Your voice was filled with laughter as you poked his face with your chopsticks.

"I can't help it! Sleeping is just so nice!"

"Nicer than being with me?"

"Of course not!" Keigo lifts his tired hand and cups your check, rubbing his thumb against your face for a moment before letting it grab your hand.

"You're like my dream come true."

"You're incredibly cheesy but adorable." You lean your head against his as his eyelids grow heavy.

"You love me... admit it..." He was barely awake when he felt your lips kiss his forehead.

"So what if I do?"

Again, it was that dumb school bell that woke Keigo up from his nap.

His eyes flutter on and see all the petals that had fallen around him. He stands and stretches before wiping all the petals from his head.

Time to finish this boring day. He slouches and walks back into the school to finish the last few classes he had.

Keigo saw you again last period but he couldn't really talk to you because everyone was taking a test. Instead the two of you made silly faces and mouthed words that neither of you understood. It was totally worth getting scolded after school for.

You disappeared right after getting scolded but Keigo didn't mind, he knew you didn't like getting yelled.

He checked the time as he exited the school, it was still quite early. Keigo contemplates asking you to hang out but he was far too tired right now.

He slowly makes his way to his house and closes the door to his room. He then throws his things to the ground then himself on the bed.

It was a minute or so before Keigo reached for his phone. It was far too quiet for his liking, so he called you.

It was only two rings before you answered.

"What's up?"

"Nothing, just wanted to hear your voice."

"Aww you cheesy idiot!"

"Yeah yeah.... what are you up to?"

"Being responsible and doing homework."

"Ugh would could you do something so boring?"

"Because its required dummy!" He smiles as he hears you laugh.

"Pfft that's why I have you!" You let out a mocking gasp.

"I ought to let you fail so you have to go through and do twice as much homework!"

"That didn't even make sense, smarty pants."

"Still smarter than you!"

"Are you though?" He ends his sentence with a yawn.

"Awww sleepytime already?"

"Yup. You should sing me a lullaby."

"W-what? You know I have the voice of a pterodactyl."

"I don't think so. C'mon, for me?" He shifts in his bed and gets comfy.

"Fine! Only this once and you better not laugh!" You let out a huff.

"Cross my heart."

"What do you even want to hear?"

"Twinkle twinkle little star."

"That's such a baby song, you baby."

"Please?"

"Twinkle, twinkle, little star..." You had barely started and he was half asleep. Your voice was simply angelic to him. That was the most at ease hes felt in suck a long time.

There wasn't an alarm to wake him up this time. Keigo sits up and pats around his bed to find his phone, only to see it across the room.

He brushes it off and gets ready for his tiresome school day.

Today was one of the days he saw you every period. It made him happy seeing you so much and it made him even happier as the two of you were assigned partners.

The task was read a few chapters of the class book and take notes. Of course the two of you didnt do that.

"Keigo, are you even paying attention?" He wasn't.

"If I saw no will you get mad?"

"I guess you'll have to take notes on your own." You giggle and turn away from him.

"Wait, no, please! I don't know what this is even about!"

"You should've paid attention!"

"How could I pay attention if you're looking that adorable?" He rests his head on your shoulder as you try and hide your blushing face.

"Don't just say stuff like that if you don't mean it!" He looks at you confused.

"But I did mean it." You huff and lean your head onto of his and continue reading, slowly lulling Keigo into a peaceful slumber.

Keigo jolts awake due to his teacher screaming at him to leave. He gets the impression that Mrs. Johnson doesn't like him that much.

He gathers this things and leaves, texting you to meet him at the park. It was a cloudy day with a slight chill. It was nice out.

"Sorry if I kept you from your homework." He held a mocking grin as you simply rolled your eyes.

"Whatever, your just jealous I spend more time with homework than I do you."

"Yeah, so what if I am?"

"Then I'd say you're silly."

"Then I'm the silliest person there is."

The two of you lay down in the grass and watch the clouds. Nothing much was said, just watching clouds as he scooted closer to you to stay warm. At one point he even held your hand before he fell asleep.

The splatter of cold rain jolted him away. Keigo was startled to see himself still laying in the park while it being nearly pitch black. It didn't help that the rain was coming done harder and harder by the second.

He staggers to stand and checks his phone.

11:12 pm.

His heart drops as he runs through the slick streets to his home.

He was late.

This isn't good.

Why didn't you wake him up?

The pitter patter of his feet on the ground slows as he reaches his house drenched in sweat and rain. His hand shakes violently as he hesitates to open the door.

His hand didn't even have the chance to touch the handle before the door flung open to reveal his drunk father.

"Who the hell do you think you are? Coming into MY house this late?" His taller physique intimidating Keigo as he took dangerous steps towards him.

"I-I-I I'm s-sorry... I lost track of t-time..." His father's fist makes contact to his gut and he falls to the wet ground.

"Pathetic. You and your excuses." The pain Keigo felt was immense due to the relentless blows dealt to him but he could care less. It was the embarrassment that hurt more.

All the lights in the neighborhood slowly flicked on as people looked out their windows to investigate where all the noise was coming from.

His father was yelling slurs and insults that barely affected Keigo but made everyone flinch.

Yet Keigo still didn't care.

He just wished you wouldn't come out and see him like this. He had always been careful to avoid a public beating so you never had the chance to see him in such a weak and pitiful state, but it seems he failed.

"Don't you dare come into my house again." He gives a final kick to his already heavily bruised gut before going back in to drink some more.

Keigo lays there with his face up to the sky knowing no one would dare come over and help him. Everyone in this damn town knew about his family. How much of a bastard his father was but they never tried to help him.

Fear separates him from the rest of society.

Keigo lays there for an hour or so before attempting to sit up.

Everyone's lights had turned back off and the sound of rain created a soothing white noise.

He takes his time to stand and starts to hobble down the street, holding his bruised stomach. He didn't care that moving around would only worsen his condition.

His hand trembles as he grabs his phone and tells you to meet him at the park. He needed to see you.

Keigo sits on a soaking bench when you arrived without a coat or umbrella.

"Keigo! Oh thank god!" You capture him in a tight embrace that he returns. "Are you ok? Oh my god are you bleeding? Keigo we should go somewhere dry-"

"Run away with me." You loosen your grip on him and pull back to look him in the face.

"What?"

"Run away with me. Let's leave this god forsaken life behind and start a new one, a better one, just us! Let's go live a life where no one can hurt us ever again. We'll have each other whenever we need. We could watch the stars and swim in a lake and pick berries and dance in the moonlight and we could just be ourselves."

His tears mix in with the heavy downpour of rain. He cups your face as gently as he can as he lets out a shakey sob.

"We could be infinity."

You smile a pained smile as you rest your hands onto of his.

"Oh Keigo... we ARE infinity." Your tears begin to mix with the rain as you pull his hands away and wipe his tears.

You pull him closer and kiss him, savoring that sweet moment of bliss before pulling away and resting your forehead against his. He looks you in the eyes as your body starts to fade away.

He cries harder as he tried to grab you, pull you closer, as he refuses to let you go.

"Please! Don't leave me!"

"I'll always be here whenever you need."

You wake up and get ready for school. It was hard to focus on your breakfast as your mind was pledge with thoughts of your neighbor getting beat.

You had tried before to talk to him but he ignored you.

You leave your house and him still completely passed out and soaking wet. It doesn't look like he moved at all.

You step closer and call out his name.

Keigo right?

One of his eyes fluttered open due to the other one being swollen.

"Hey... are you okay?" Yoh kept your voice low and gentle.

He looks at you with a blank expression before wiping his face, grabbing his soaked bag, and walking off.

You sigh, it wasn't the first time this has happened.

To him you were probably just that nosy neighbor. He probably doesn't even know your name.

You follow behind him as he walks to school. You hear him talking to himself. It seemed like he was talking to someone else but no one was there. He makes silly puns and jokes that make you giggle.

You had asked if you could walk with him before and he had just ignored you.

The two of you make it to school and head to your classes. You had most classes with Keigo but not all. He normally sits in the back of the classroom and sleeps. Most of the time and mumbles something in his sleep and laughs.

Sometimes you take notes for him and leave little doodles and jokes on it so he wasn't completely behind, even if everyone tells you it's a lost cause.

At lunch you watch him walk to the back of the school and sit under the big cherry blossom tree.

Most days you sit with your friends but today you decided to join him. Keigo was already asleep when you arrived so you didn't stay long.

Without all the bruises and if his cheecks weren't sunken in he'd truely be handsome.

You leave your lunch for him and return to your friends before lunch ends.

When Keigo wakes up he sees someone's lunch left next to him. You never left things behind in his dreams so who's lunch was this?

It didn't feel right to take it but they left it there for a reason. Against his better judgment he scarfs down the food and goes to finish the day.

It was the last period of the day when he saw the real you. He had used you as a fantasy to make his life better and he wasn't ashamed. He didn't know you, he didn't care for you, he had made is own version of you that loves him. That version of you helps the pain go away and make the days go by faster. He had no interest in getting to know the real you or anyone in that manner.

He was walking home when the real you approached.

"Hey... can I walk with you?"

"No." He walks faster, leaving you behind with a hurt expression.

All he wanted to do was get home and dream of his version of you. It was his only escape, his only happiness in life. Pathetic, he knew that but he didn't care. He was content with living with living his bittersweet life. He wanted nothing more.

Kiby~💚

[specialagentlokitty]

Merlin x reader - Where you belong

Hello again! Would u do a merlin x reader where you’re together and you have magic. Uther suspects you have magic and banished you from Camelot and Merlin is devastated at the news. Arthur sees him lost and promises Merlin he’ll find you. And he does and you two reunite and commence the fluff. Thanks! - @milleniumxhan ���️

Skipping around your small room, you smiled brightly to yourself as you placed flowers around the place.

Flicking your wrist, you made the flowers look like they had been freshly picked and beamed to yourself.

You jumped when the door was burst open and spun to face it, coming face to face with King Uther, you bowed respectfully.

“My king, what may I do for you?” You asked gently.

“Do not give me that (Y/N). You are under suspicion of having magic.”

Your heart rate picked up and you lifted your head to come eye to eye with him. Behind his cold face, you could see he pain.

“I see... I accept whatever punished you will give to me.”

“You do not fight your innocence?” He asked.

Shaking your head at the king, you clasped your hands behind your back.

“I do not have anything to prove my guilt nor my innocence my king.”

Uther sighed and placed a hand on your shoulder, bringing it up to your cheek.

“I have looked after you since you were 4 years old, I see you as my own daughter, and Arthur sees you as his sister. I will not send you to your death, but you are banished from Camelot. You have until sundown to leave, am I understood?”

You nodded your head and offered him a soft smile, quickly hugging Uther you pulled away and bowed once more.

“Thank you for everything you have done for me Uther, I will not forget it.”

Turning around, you swiftly packed a bag full of your belongings and another full of your books. Rushing out of your room, you dared not to find Arthur or Merlin, you simply ran to the stables where a Knight was stood with a horse waiting.

“The king as ordered me to give you Aura, as she is yours.”

“Thank you kind sir, might I ask something of you?”

He nodded his head and helped you up, tying your bag to the saddle for you.

“When sundown comes, will you seek out Merlin, tell him I love him, and that I am sorry I had to leave. Tell him not to come looking for me.”

“Of course.”

Smiling, you nodded and rushed out of the stables and out of the city, Aura racing as fast as she could to the border, you hoped you could make it out in time.

Sundown came and Merlin was heading to his room to change before going to find you, only to stop when an unknown knight was stood with Gaius and Arthur.

“Merlin...” Gaius said gently.

“What is it?”

The knight turned to him, and gave him an apologetic smile.

“Lady (Y/N) is no longer in Camelot. She has long since departed. She asked I tell you she loves you, and that she does not want you to come find her.”

Bowing to them all, the knight left and Merlin dropped to his knees with tears running down his face.

“Why... why would... she wouldn’t...” he chocked out.

“Father suspected her of magic and banished her.” Arthur sighed.

Merlin jumped up and stormed over to Arthur, a fire in his eyes.

“You knew?!” He hissed.

“Yes! But I didn’t know he was going to banish her I swear! Merlin I promise you we’ll find her.”

Arthur pat merlins shoulder as headed to the door, glancing back.

“Take a few days to yourself.”

With that, the prince left, leaving a heartbroken Merlin to mourn for you.

Years passed, and although Merlin wasn’t the same, he still stuck by Arthur. Even when he came to be king, but Arthur couldn’t handle it anymore.

“We’re going to find her.” Arthur said durning a meeting.

“Who are we finding?” Elyan asked.

“Lady (Y/N), she was under Uther’s care when he banished her.” Leon explained.

Leaving Merlin behind, Arthur and the knights set off.

An hour later and they departed, all determined to find you for Merlin, in hopes to bring some life and happiness back to him.

Weeks passed and they had lost all hope, regretfully they begin to head back to Camelot, takin a shorter route, they passed a small home, where a woman was playing with a large dog.

Arthur abruptly stopped and stared for a moment before jumped from his horse.

“(Y/N)!” He shouted.

Your head snapped up and a wide smile spread across your face as you waved, holding you palm out to the dog, it sat with a happy bark, and Arthur ran over instantly pulling you in for a hug which you were more than happy to return.

“It’s good to see you Arthur.” You mumbled.

Arthur pulled away and introduced you to all the knights.

“You have to come home with us!” Gwaine blurted.

“I can’t, I’m not allowed.” You said sadly.

“Yes you are.” Percival beamed.

“The king won’t let me.”

“The king will.” Elyan smiled.

“How do you know?”

“Because I am the king. Come home (Y/N), please?” Arthur begged.

You were in shock, but numbly you nodded. You had to return home. Your heart longed to go back.

“Let me pack some things, grab Aura and Red and we’ll go.”

Quickly you threw some important things in your bag, hopped onto your horse and ushered your dog along with you to follow behind the group.

It took a few days, but when you made it back to the Camelot, your heart was racing. The closer you got to the castle, the more nervous you became.

“Arthur, is he still here?”

“Of course he is.”

You nodded stiffly, and stopped your horse with theirs, eyes racking the crowd of people, before the landed on a familiar dark haired Male trudging outside.

“Merlin...” you whispered, “MERLIN!”

His head snapped up to meet your gaze, shock shining in his eyes. You slid of Aura and ran towards him, Merlin opened his arm and you crashed straight into his chest, sending him stumbling backwards as he eagerly wrapped his arms around you.

“(Y/N)! You’re back! I missed you...”

“I missed you so much Merlin. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Merlin pressed a kiss to the side of your head and held you tightly.

“I can’t believe I get to see you again...”

Pulling away, you smiled widely, and he smiled back. A smile you wanted to see for years.

“I would’ve come back eventually, I just wasn’t sure when.”

Leaning down, Merlin captured you in a passionate kiss, one you were more than happy to return.

A bark pulled you both away and you laughed, turning to face red who was wagging his tale happily. You were home now, and you could be sure you would never leave Merlin’s side again

[just-dreaming-marvel]

ONE HUNDRED THREE - THE BATTLE BEGINS

LEGACY: A Tony Stark Daughter Story

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Word Count: 1,475ish

Summary: The fight of their lives begins.

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Everyone started gearing up and preparing for battle. I turned back towards the window, wondering how we were all going to get through this and where Tony and Peter could possibly be. I felt arms wrap around my waist. I put my arms over Steve’s and leaned back into his chest as he set his chin on my head.

“We’re not all getting out of this…” I whispered.

“I know…” He whispered in reply. 

“I just got you back… All of you. I don’t think I can lose anymore than I already have… I don’t think that I could come back from that…” 

“You can and you will. You’re the strongest woman I know.” Steve kissed my head before turning me around and holding onto my waist. “I need you to promise me something.”

“Anything.” I looked up into his eyes. 

“Promise me that if I tell you to go, to leave, that you’ll will… I can’t see you get hurt.” 

“Steve, I ca—“

“I know, I know you can handle your own, but I need you safe.” Steve pushed my hair out of my face and left his hand on my cheek, his thumbing gently rubbing it. “If I tell you to run, run… I can’t lose you.” I grabbed the hand that was resting on my face and nodded. “Not again."

“I will. For you.” I closed my eyes as the tears started to come. “We are not going to lose each other again. Okay?” 

“Okay… I love you.”

“I love you too.” 

We breathlessly kissed before I got dressed in my suit that’s similar to Nat’s and gathered my nano tech gear. I was determined to use my iron suit as a last resort. I helped Bruce into the Hulk buster armor as Steve received shields that attached to his arms, courtesy of Shuri. We loaded onto the carriers and headed out to the battlefield. I held Steve’s hand as I watched Sam and Rhodey fly overhead. I could hear Bruce following along in the Hulk buster armor. 

“How we looking, Bruce?” Nat asked.

“Yeah, I think I’m getting the hang of it,” Bruce excitedly answered. “Wow! It’s like being the Hulk without actually—“ I turn around when I hear Bruce stumble and our carrier continues on. “I’m okay. I’m okay.” 

“Maybe it was a bad idea to let him try the suit,” I whispered to myself.

“I got two heat signatures breaking through the tree line,” Rhodey informed us.

The carriers came to a halt and we all unloaded. The Dora Milaje shouted a command and the Wakandans formed their ranks. I heard chanting in the distance as more warriors joined our sides. After T’Challa greeted their leader, him, Nat, Steve, and I walked to the edge of the barrier, where two aliens were waiting for us. One of them was from the attack on Vision and Wanda, and the other one, I fought in New York. The familiar creature growled and glared my way as I walked up, causing Steve to tense up and force me to be a step behind him.

“Where’s your other friend?” Nat taunted.

“You will pay for his life with yours,” The female alien threatened. “Thanos will have that stone.”

“That’s not gonna happen,” Steve stated.

“You are in Wakanda now,” T’Challa added. “Thanos will have nothing but dust and blood.” 

“We… have blood to spare,” the alien snarled. 

She brandished her sword with a snarl, and the ships behind her opened their doors and more alien creatures began coming out. We quickly walked back to our massed forces.

“Did they surrender?” Bucky asked.

“Not exactly,” Steve replied. 

T’Challa then led the Wakandan warriors in a war cry as we all mentally prepared for the fight ahead. Steve turned and gave me one last quick kiss before we would find out our fate. We looked back over to the barrier to see the creatures trying to break through. They were willingly dying, trying to break through the barrier.

“What the hell?” Bucky exclaimed.

“Looks like we pissed her off,” Nat stated.

“You think?” I chuckled dryly.

“They’re killing themselves," Okoye said, horrified.

A few of the creatures managed to squeeze through intact, causing some of the soldiers to raise up their shields and kneel. Behind them, more soldiers leveled their spears over their comrades’ shoulders, and on T’Challa’s command, fired at the approaching creatures. Bucky and Bruce started firing as well.

“You seen the teeth on those things?” I heard Sam ask over the comms.

“Alright, back up, Sam,” Rhodey instructed. “You’re gonna get your wings singed.”

As I listened, I watched Rhodey drop a barrage of mines, all exploding on a group of the creatures. 

Steve’s head quickly turned when we all noticed a pack of the creatures beginning to run around the forcefield. 

“Cap, if these things circle the perimeter and get in behind us… There’s nothing between them and Vision,” Bruce warned through the comms.

“Then we better keep ‘em in front of us,” Steve stated.

“How do we do that?” Okoye turned to ask T’Challa.

“We open the barrier,” T’Challa commanded as his pressed his comms device. “On my signal, open North-West Section Seventeen.”

I mentally closed myself off from the other’s emotions as Steve readied one of his hand guards. I couldn’t let myself get too distracted durning the fight. T’Challa commanded his warriors to disengage their shields and stand as he stepped in front of the rest of us. 

“Wakanda forever!” T’Challa shouted, crossing his arms over his chest as his helmet closed. 

 We began to charge for the barrier. Halfway there, T’Challa shouted through the comms, “Now!”

The one section of the barrier opened up and the creatures began pouring through. Steve and T’Challa pulled ahead from everyone, Steve glancing one last time my way, as they literally leaped into battle. As I began to fight, I used my mind control to control as many creatures as I could and formed an iron suit gauntlet over my hand. I shot an energy beam at the group I had control over, killing all of them swiftly. I continued on, controlling and shooting my way through the creatures.

“How much longer, Shuri?” T’Challa asked over the comms. We hadn’t been fighting that long, but I could already tell that it wasn’t going to be an easy win.

“We’ve barely begun, brother,” she answered. 

“You might want to pick up the pace.”

Steve and T’Challa continued fighting side by side as Bucky joined my side to fight. He knew that I was more than capable enough to fight on my own, but he also felt the need to protect me. He felt bad for the pain he had caused me all those years ago and because of Steve and I being together, he wasn’t going to allow Steve to lose another person that he cared for. We fought together like it was something we had always done. Our time training together all those years ago definitely shined through. 

“I can see what Steve sees in you,” Bucky said as he shot an alien down.

“Ha!” I laughed as I formed a nano tech spear from my bracelet and stabbed a creature. “I wish it was cause of the fighting!” I killed another creature. “He’s seen me in action like twice.”

“What?”

“Tony never lets me out. And—” I stopped talking while I took out a creature. “And, well, you know Steve.”

“Unfortunately I do.”

“You shouldn’t be that surprised though.” I took out another creature. “You did have a hand in training me.”

“I guess you’re right.” Bucky finished off a few creatures. “So I should be hearing a thanks then?”

“In your dreams.” I rolled my eyes as Bucky let out a small laugh. 

Our fighting together was almost perfect, but then Bucky got pinned down. I was quickly there to try to rescue him, but then I got pinned down myself. The creature was nawing at me. I was trying my best to hold him off but for a moment, I didn’t hold up strong enough and the creature’s teeth scraped the right side of my face. I cried out in pain as I pushed the creature back again. 

“There’s too many of them! Ahhh!” Bruce yelled over the comms.

Suddenly, a large beam of rainbow-hued light landed in the middle of our battle. An axe flew out of it, tearing through the creatures, freeing all of us. It flew back into the light and the beam cut out, revealing Thor, a tree, and a raccoon. I paused in astonishment and relief. 

“Ah-hahaha! You guys are so screwed now!” Bruce yelled. 

“Bring me Thanos!” Thor shouted, charging into battle with his allies by his side. 

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